waking up to a brick wall
touching the lense of this eye
waking up to a reminder
that by now i am cassidy without the sex
without teeth
i am invented meat
fictional
i have become an oscar meyer weiner
about
- personguy
- United States
- Self-indulgent spewing, as therapy; semi-lost thoughts and experimental emotions that I'm not even allowed to pay someone to listen to.
"I looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest, said do your best to destroy me."
"I don't know what to say, I never even pray, I just feel the pulse of universal dancers."
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