The relief of fiction

with the discern of frailty

all the stick figures spread out evenly

like cancer butterflies with three days to fly

pale featrures concern many

I need the perfect parade

of shitheads, scientists, and paparazzi

tie cement to their ankles

throw them in the endless gallows

await your cruelty with a bag over your head

scum become the plucked jewel

bastard fragrance awakens nerve challenge

no 10 mintues without a wire of incident

the summer of apocalypse

melted into the winter of dead eyes

swallow me with foul medicine

our strings are pulled by drugs

not some ghost asleep in cold sky

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