OK, so its a blind chemical machine
I'm dealing with here in the frontal temporal lobes of grades 1-4.
Your parents thought u were okay until they found you hanging from the doorknob.
Your only 4 feet tall and thats a long enough dick to slip into the holes in the palms of my hands.
Have faith in nothing or you'll believe everything.
I believe the receptor when we fuck.
We fuck to songs that have no rhythm and thats why im so in love with you.
Im so in love that if you turned your back I'd claw your fucking spine away.
I'll never sleep with medical book reading junkie whores.
Your the perfect whore.
I'm losing my ability to do the only thing
I know how to do and as the nights are longer I know I must take myself as easily as possible,
and I'm not taking you with me.
So the stairs are my up and i crawl and I crawl and I sit in the bathtub because the acoustics are better.
I hope my mom and dad are proud.
I hope they understand how much I hurt.
No water.
The copper hit the linoleum and I released before it all fell to my shoulder.
Maybe someone cared.