DRAB, DAB, CALL ME A CAB….
INHUMAN, SNORTING COCAINE, EVERYONE’S
GONE INSANE….MAKING SNOW ANGELS WITH
RUNNY NOSES….
THIS RACE IS A DISGRACE…..
ANGELS FUCKING DEMONS, DEMONS FUCKING
ANGELS, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHICH HOLE TO USE….
ARROWS THROUGH THE HEART NO LONGER LEADS TO
LOVE….
BLOOD LINES THE STREETS, AS HUMANS TRACK
THEIR LAST MEAL ON THE BOTTOM OF THEIR FEET….
KILLERS, DEALERS, ONE SOUL AT A TIME, FOR A DIME….
I NEED A HERO……
*ART BY Gore anime boy Guro *
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During the days in which I choose to conform, I do so with a specific feeling in mind that I want to achieve. A sort of climax that I aim to reach. A feeling effortlessly maintained between the ages of 6-9 and again between the ages of 13-15, when being a girl was simply one of the numerous ways of being.
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