BANG
Human labor resurrects things from the dead. What is it you REALLY like about me? Is love really the center of your world? Most of the time I just want to be alone. If i said i loved you one day would it make you happy? Is my outlook on life defined by my generation or is my generation defined by my outlook on life? All these questions…please don’t become a pest. If this isn’t about love, desire, or sadness then what IS it about?
BANG!
There’s nothing left but a man, a woman, and an ocean of spilt blood. It all starts with skin. A mole has no conscience yet it burrows in a specific direction. Just leave me alone and let me go on being me. Do you REALLY love me? I’m being followed. I should have run faster.
PURITY IS NOT OF THIS WORLD
Only sleep can conceal me from myself now.
DOWN WITH THE REPUBLIC OF COWARDS!
We truly are the grandchildren of Marx and Coca Cola.
(images from google)
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