Honesty
Was something he lacked and
There fell purses underneath the pharmacy
I was just trying to be an authentic American
And get my drugs delivered to me
Through means of online priorities
Those damn snakes in my backyard
They want my necklace from Juliyard!
I'm so tired of the sun
Always sneezing
I tell the man to give me some breeze
There's nowhere to skateboard
In this place, I see a diamond
In the corner, it is everything
I loved when I was your age
And I had that era of life
Ripped away from the cartilage of so many ears
I had quite a few ears
Please, touch my television
And drink some more tea
Have you seen what's on the news?
You smell like perfume.
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Incoherent Poetry from the Depths
Terror(The painting in the cover is by painter Nicola Samori) Do y'ever just wish to feel the chills of the ethereal down your spine? Have you wondered what life is like outside your material universe? Did you ever posit the idea, that a good bout of uns...
