what hasth happened to me
dare I look death in the eye and fail
is there a chance for the glum to be remembered
on the shores of Malibu?
on the shores of Malibu, this epic takes place
home to the rich
hung by the dead
forever in the grasps of immoral men
for I never leave the house
I see from the inside out
let me find a way back
tear me a new thread
hold back vicious dollarhyde
from the movies we spent
in time of essence
existence unknown by men
do they know?
is this their joke?
am I just a ragged muse?
i will not contend
this page is too small to enter my verbs
my mouse pad too sensitive
my mind foggy
a British lad with no tea
or teeth
or mandible
or tongue
come hither we
for the times do not change for centuries
i write til it's blood
then more
more
cast it away
i don't need no well of ink
i need serpents tongue
devious octopus plays
the vicious he writes
for now is no time to play
Gg
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