i will say, though, the muses filed out of my skin like little G.I. Joe characters digging through the mud into the always forgiving arms of spoken word. 2013 was all about the severe (and i mean severed) disfigurement of the notion that denotation destroys art's purity, in the sense of, well, my favorite one. hearing.
it's that little corner where you have to climb onto (never end a sentence with a preposition but)
you know, it's kinda hard. at some point you just have to get used to your own version of sociopathy.
you hold your desires in your hand because fear outweighs all the bullshit ideals you'll ever think you never had in the first place.
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