all the best work gets done in the fifteen minutes it tot takes for me to fall asleep because it is then that i feel closest to death when i feel as though i have so much to say the words are nonsense during the day sensitive little button allergic to their own hormones the body is out of whack stack yourself high to put the nature back in the eyes teeth are falling out of your head and the vigor from your face my death passes me by a little help finding the return the space of a place how far back do you need to go not far friend not to far from the fridge from the whiskey from the thrust of desire there is an overwhelming desire swimming around in the body that is the jo hormone a sense a desire for what for release where do you find that nowhere if only temporary is shortly there again leave live with the desire unfillable unquenchable some are beginning to reject desire altogether another way another path a mutation not even noticed busy weekend for sure babes we dont even think about it any more
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