I cant remeber my dreams anymore. I left em out to dry in the wet bored world. Sellin my toughts because I'm so nasty. I need the feeling so badly. Bars on all the windows hardwood floors collecting dust. It's just us. I quit trying to be aware of all the dirt in my cuts, sellin my thoughts cause i'm so nasty, I need the feeling so badly. I'm silent. It's my violence. I gotta smoked up mind and a watch without the time. I gotta dry cold cross that I wear around my neck it won't protect me from running into the pile of burning books and the cold dead stares that I catch from all the vultures and the crooks. Selling my body cause I'm so nasty. I need the feeling so badly. What an overcast day that it's been in my life. I feel the empty in my pockets and it finds it's way inside who's got a match I can borrow burning bible you can take a beat up ol' whip we can drive into a lake. We carry knives in our pockets we have no eyeballs in our sockets.


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