Wait for me!
I've got a tongue out and an arm off,
so is this what it means to be alive?
A cannonball fuckstorm of shading/bells/fancy hats was too much
to handle. I want to rename us "Zeus"
and throw collectible figurines at each other --
just 'cos we know we can. That unnecessary storm
I was talking about? Started fourteen years ago today.
Congratulations.
You have known the world.
And have destroyed it.
I feel like breaking beds, but will settle for blowing
out some candles.
We haven't the energy anymore. Repetition is the new black,
and we look great in these dresses.
Wait for me.
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