You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. You are my cutie pie, my cutie pie, yes you are. . You'll be my cutie pie until the day I die. I hope that's a long time, cause I dont wanna die.
Coquet coquette, you know I won't forget. How you kissed me strange to prove you were mythical. Oh, my coquet, you used my voice as your ugly vehicle.
Your mother hung herself in the National Theater. When she was four months pregnant with your sister. Who would have been thirteen years old today. Does that make you feel any less alone in the world?.
Crowd and knitter of killers. With their wild minded Apache poems. Taxies, Oxycontin holographic. Say it, and then you'll become. Stammer the hearts to the bitchin' faction, yeah.
Cato, play with my head. I won't know the difference. If we're living in the novelist or statistician.. . Cato, mess with my concepts, my inner vision.
How could I tolerate looking you in the eyes. How you've evolved, no tears at all. It's not fair, it shouldn't be like this. You shouldn't be so composed.
Getting trolled by inanimate klaxons. They'll leave me alone though t.v. is faster. The children are shown the incest husk, no one wants you to remove the mask.
Mountain City yellows they're not on the grounds they're in the wall. This loneliness is so distracting i'm barely missing you at all. . Will i survive the Easter in this sloughy womb of noxious isolation? no.