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In The Shadows of The Gods

Maximum cleavage is what
I was experiencing now,

but the clacking of the
elderly womanís wooden
bracelets was ruining the
effect

what you needed was a
constant release, but youíd
settle for every now and
again

6:26pm on Tuesday, what
were you going to do about
it?

these arenít your friends,

these are your colleagues

friends nourish your soul,

colleagues replenish your
bank account

I hated being right all
the time because there
was no pleasure in it, and
it mostly came from agreeing
with timeline posts that
supported my current
world view

leaving you alone was
Christ-like

my enclave required it

everything is going to be
fine because life isnít a
movie

age seemed to be an
obsession, too

I get it, bro

but Iím still fucking that bitch

she was 27, for the scoreboard

who has suffered more
than Riff Raff?

smoke weed after the third
round, fuck rules

it was torture to get to
this point, right now

hair was never easy to comb

the ego could destroy everything and
eventually really would

I just wanna get out of here so
I can drink

I gotta hear Gavin, I gotta
watch ECE

7:50 PM

world clock is an
organization you
all abide by

poetry by midnight

letís see what happens when
youíre home all alone when
your mama ainít home

and the boogeyman is
sitting calmly at the
kitchen table


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