You want a breath of fresh, new air? so come and get it. this city doesn’t have walls but it does have ears and the sewers have mouths yet nobody told me that life could be different than this and yes; i kind of feel cheated that i choose deaf over dumb and blind. I guess it would be better if it was packaged for the weather in my mind. i want to know what’s called home so i can feel comfortable in my skin. with weathered beaks to the irises it’s kind of hard to see past those nostrils and ebony eyes staring back at you. and when the worms are all forcefed and the blood of the cliches are dripping down you throat it’s kind of hard to…cough.cough.cough. well, thanks. it’s time to go out, leave this bar, and get some sun.
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