XVIII


spend my time in the library,
making pretend fart noises







For the scrapings up

And the coughings up






Where I was sticking my tongue out at something



Return to the parking lot

Of the gross war kings,

the deer bloodied ass-hats


„I wish I could come back“





Terrible French Accent






I chose the wrong America

And now I live jelly roll dead





and everything is mostly like this:








how faggots jump in my throat,
"a fun or hilarious time"

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