disutility function

wichita cornstalks long walks on some beach arent our voices so hoarse throats coarse & we’re all trying so hard

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i can take a bike helmet & my left hand striking stealth & satans last of kin inside this wretched wealth of nations you feel weakened by years & yearnings somehow im sorry and somewhere this is all okay okay?

like daring a drawbridge or busroutes yr the face of a forced fate thats known as a natural & nurtured nocturnal nativity scene dripping with the guilt of a thousand runned red lights can we skip class all week i’ll ask with weak kneed dreams & sunsoaked pb&jeans thinking to myself through empty too cold mornings my jetlagged shoulderblades, oops i meant yr snowstorm neckline winds therhyme &danced double time fancy murder raps into our windbreaker risktaker unfounded elevator glances at a passive past, youdig?

and who blew loose yr screwless zootsuit shoot it! & used food asa ruse for the newest and unknown communion and what was that abt bike racks again?

i’m a sunbleached disfigured and accurate hacked-up acura - this time - and we’re all not so differentor aged graceful fuck the being grateful i want to stand on mountain tops & burn the sun with the moon until that little fucker knows my name like his shallowand faked gravefame want to try a new game?

share me some tape and fix this papermache saint to yr frame.