un able to take the truth about life seriously, drown me in dough and cut my back open, knives has that wonderful purpose and i'm still waiting in line for it, slice and dice, conserve and cook, kill the beast in me

good grieves
pick your nose clean
and start over

what gives
the troll wears you in and out
outside in, inside out

hanging on the forhead
your bones will collide
social suicide