hunger
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The Trap
The sky shedding the soft blue of a Sunday afternoon, burns sharp orange pathways across the horizon.
Your mother has a beautiful cunt / The Starving Artist
I want the world to scratch itself to death,
where everybody’s giving birth to something
they’d rather lock in the cellar than feed.
Chicken Burrito, Naked Like My Yearning
I’ve never been to Taco Bell. In fact, not only have I never been, but it is legally impossible for me to go there.
I Lost It This Morning / Waiting for a New World to Begin / Trying to Believe It
The rats were everywhere as a result of the bodies