Looks like maybe you're the man. I'm not sure. I can't see buried underneath all of these lies.

A ghost.

Follows. The heart is atrophied. I feel.

Bring me back to life. All I need is water.

Hydration. Evacuation. A river of nonsense. Broken. End. Broken. Primitive dreams. Expel. Makeshift irony for your makeshift heart. Not attached. Not participating. Rabelais hates you. He knows where you live and if he were alive he would slit your throat while you sleep.