Who sings poems of joy with a hangover cracking their skull? Who sings odes to the light when nightmares cream the edges of every sunbeam?
Beer shit churn and ache out of arsehole, eyes tremble and tremor on your childhood picture. How’s that smile possible?
Skin of summer sun, fresh sweat, your cunt’s deep scent. Smoke cuts the air and between a more essential breath. Nausea starry like the edge of hysteria, like I found that too funny...
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