how shall

should i not live the resistance of prose or believe in the salvation of Parisian Orgies? Shall we not mute our minds’ deafening shrieking drilling into the hearts of men lost to the teeth of hell hounds, with all things that can mute such treasures? should i not rejoice in the rejection of sanity that … Read morehow shall

fuck shit

fuck. shit. fuck shit. it’s come again. nagging voices, uncertainty, doubt masquerading as sadness. it comes in rays of sunshine through slatted blinds and soft tendrils of hair left on my pillows to be stared at like a 2 headed cat. You can’t keep everyone from knowing just how much you can’t hide from yourself … Read morefuck shit

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