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08.21.03::09:33 &;all my blood;s gone. bending paper into sharpest folds; waiting until they cut diamonds &;flesh. it;s self multilation in the worst possible way, baby, so come kiss these scars away. matching edges &;corners &;ridges, recycled everything leaving filmy messes on my fingers. i was born for these papers, hired hands &;hired whores. two year old executives &;snotty kleenex. it;s hard to get the edges right, perfection is in the details; i live in the generic. here &;now, honey. come get it.
if there;s one thing you need to believe about me, it;s that you can;t believe anything i say. wham bam &;my mind is gone &;switched &;loving you &;stabbing you. take yr pick. necromancy. |