Dead and gone

I want him dead I want him gone  I want his limbs ripped by a midivil cartwheel  and his still living torso burnt to ashes  I want him gone  I want the thread of thought that  leads to him  get eaten by a tape worm  may a whale swallow him


was the only one that knew
how hard it is to live with a future so bleak.


Him again.

The biggest secret

We are a lot and we are not alone

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