decadence
Just keep topping that fucking cup up until I pass out in my own vomit. Jimmy died on this day to the birth measurement. Throw myself out the window in a deluzian flight cause I just don't get enough rhizome action. Le me outta here, christ. Have we even begun to taste the sweet wine from this grape we call liberty? I bet we are taking on world war free, the less you love the longer you live. If only desire could lift this tired old body out of its resting place, out of the grave and into the movement to fetch one last thing it cannot take with it but to use up in an instant.