toss old toiletpaper in the sink, watch it flow across streams of fresh water. let it sink, soon to embrace an empty future of no relief.
glue yourself together and find a mirror, truth has ceased and salt is no longer salty enough.
i wish for an ability to concentrate
but sorcery is yet not for me
find a coathanger, you're here for the long run
collide the greens with yellow, endig up is the goal.
listen to the same song on repeat, be an exrtaverted inhabitant
the grip is yours to lose,
swimming across vast oceans of scumbags
i imagine a wet ladder to be somewhat close to a distraction
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