motor.cross.dress
cure my insecturity
"it" is all about me, staring
in thru curtain cracks.
I'm scared you'll reduce me to how u read me
every heart fails
your tears get me wet
I was high and I saw that ethics
can't compete. Give generously in
There is no communication, only crestfelling
ritual transmission of effect enjointment
all day i thought nothing at all.
was wrong
nothing hurts here, and so bad
it pushes ajar my jaws -
survival blossoms meaning
Plastic exploits us, provides
for ever more efficient categories.
the plotline of a cigarette
begins when i lit it: stable, satifsying,
tragic
we burn down towards our bad ends.
