Site seeing promenades. Top of the mountain. The glass door means nothing. The glass door. He is transparently. Through a separate door. One foot in the grave, foot fetish accolades. He. Will not. Scream. Fragment of information. Disease covered in grime. The song. All gone. Make you feel the way I feel. The things that happened. They never happened. It just. Happens. When nothing. He rots. The ground.

Imprison insanity.

He told me that he was living in a nightmare, so I told him to stop living.

Burning desire. Light my love letter. With your faltering. Palpitation. Resign. The hills.

I can't decide which I hate more.

I've got this image in my head that will not go away. Obey your.

Learn to treat me properly.

Forget victory. Animosity.

Depend on