dizzingly death-defying

the postprandial ire of the sassiest, snazziest deaf gringa with the most awesome, plush tempurpedic heart. it regenerates after each degenerate. zeus cruz sparks my resincore. and, shit, i missed me.

Monday, February 17, 2014

rotting on eggshells

from the inside

nothing grows but furry resentment

and i just wear the spite
Posted by shephaestus at 7:12 AM
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