| Most of the things you'll read are brain vomits, except "Bird Pie", "Requiem", and "The End" which I edited and planned out. |


An Interview"Oh, I've been here for years now, doesn't bother me" "It doesn't bother you that anyone can see you at anytime?" "Not really, I'm perfectly fine with my life. Privacy is for people without a sense of community." "What do you say to the progressive movements of 'eco-terrorists' claiming you're only a puppet for the government?" "Me? A puppet.. .. I say the strings were cut I belong to no one!"An Interview
(PRAISE JESUS, PRAISE THE LORD)-The Protesters
(Only the rapture will end us, not help. We are a dying filthy species)-The Protesters
"You have your right-wing nuts and your left-wing'ers wh


ZennaAnd when we wake from our slumber I will take your palm made of clay water and ember and open mine to yours two lines in homage to a love so fruitful, so real, so great to be aliveZenna
a starry night; counting everything right underneath your creations


MY WRITERS BLOCK IS OVERi climbed a tree today, she whislted at the top. come closer! come higher! don't fall! i can't save you all the way up here hah i know, love. her red hair, hanging over those eyes. branches breathing down her neckMY WRITERS BLOCK IS OVER
i say if you go too far i'll drown the water is getting higher and higher and my lungs won't hold this much please, love. stay but she says losers lose first one to the top is a winner.
my flower has died. her rose just flourished. like moss the roses descend past me and ascend to the top. a fucking dead tree is now covered in red. &nbs


The Woods.the bird i shot down is in my living room the bird i carved out, the heart i fucked is in my living roomThe Woods.
the bear i love is making love to her. the fox i tell is beautiful is across the woods dying of some disease
i'm the colony of ants climbing up and out and over. i'm done here.
| Most of the things you'll read are brain vomits, except "Bird Pie", "Requiem", and "The End" which I edited and planned out. |
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Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
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I like my soul on text. I love your soul on toast.
xD
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Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
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Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
He says he knows you.
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ME:"Guten Morgan, over there
HIM:"?!, Well if my name's Gluten Morgan, you're WHEAT STARCH PETER!!"
-Much love&laughs,
Wheat Starch Peter
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