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BLOOD FOR THE SHATTERED FIGMENTS IN MY BRAIN

I have found my out in violence

I saw so much death after they took you, my love.

flayed god whose skin is stuck shedding
because the world is too fucked to be renewed

well fuck the pin’s pulled now
i guess there’s no going back lmao

Most people
Do not know
That the Rule of Thumb

You are a hungry man in the year 1953 who just came home from work / the Korean War.

The table’s set for four. Kitchen is meatloaf scents, gravid with warm-rolls smell.

A human-to-other transition blog experience for 1 wannabe-illustrator

I didn’t go to high school.
I stayed with the janitor instead.
He kept me in the boiler room.
I was a kind of pet, I guess.