the beatles are dead. andy warhols sh*t she said.
yeah. reactor reactor reactor.
give me a better foot in time. in luxury. in
love.
people said he left her for another woman.
but she knew he left her for another car. a
velvet craft.
we slide in shaking in the hole resting beneath
the ground.
between the sun is cracks. it breaks above our
heads.
holy water hoses the whole school white porcelain
against my face squatting discreet and shitless
concealed.
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