Movement in bitter vibrations about weighted clique in the sooted pit
Selling whatever and approaching some place to be saved, surreal or left or dead but included
There’s a love of the upset condition of leaving the bitterness in the bathroom
Fool me, but it’s expensive seeking and gluttoning the spirit medicine The muse of a thousand obstructions frighten amassed pulled anatomy of cowards to the drudged rhythm
Open something unwanted for wilting wanters tonight
Take it and you’ll thank everything give it all away
What is it, now?
Instinctual attachment to your beauty means I didn’t want to leave the moment I saw you, whirling But you are just a face But maybe you saw me