blue-bile

and Look upon upon the faces where I had once held reserves of anguish and loathing and apprehension all inwardly, and now see only the affection. At this point I knew I had reached evil ditches - rendering unto absolution in compulsion. Need em stop, Need Need have em stop, and There is this bass drum pattern that murmurs cyclically - not as carnal fanfare to crowd the scaffolds - but as a digit of me. To my side is my alignment of perish. Need em stop, Need Need have em stop.  

Cannot be kept apart from the beams, and cannot take leave from the grit, but to those who stand in it: there it is. Wherever they are, wherever they fit, is forever in minutes for the minutes they give. The eternal lot is not for the crowds of lovers. The crowded lovers are the eternal lot.  

Take a look at these wonderful degrees, 180 from the nose, 180 through the cheeks, 180 to the brow, Five more of those, From here to now, You're a lack of credibility behind three sixty millimeters, Truly amazing, Here I am malnourished on you, Malcontent as you, Malocclusion not included, Look away, Look away, Terms of escape, And I'd hate it, And I'd hate it

They’re not listening so he keeps on doing it, He’s abridged, so there’s no proving it, There’s no telling what he’ll do to them, There’s no telling what they’ll do to him, There’s no telling They’re lined up by the stage to see him, In eyeliner crying for the staged briefing, You can’t tell him so he keeps on doing it, You won’t sell him and buyers won’t see him, He pleads unseen Is it just a seizure to stop the show, Or a meager homage to the no one watching? Is it just a stretcher away from families and homes, Or a blessing from the conscience?