burden I just want to be somewhere else. You may as well bind me to the gurney now. I want to cry tears tasted by no one but me.
I want to shout exultations and curses and ecstasy for me and only me.
I want to write your name in the molecules hanging before my face content in the knowledge that you will never feel it.
I want to build my Xanadu on a milky plain underneath the dense blue velvet pocked by a million potential suns.
I want to know why you can't say yes for once, and why I can't hear yes for once.
I want to bury you in a torrent of nothings, of tomorrows stripped of their promise by your actions.

I want a sandwich.
grendel gettting blurry sometimes causes me to drink alot

(like tonight)
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what's it to you?
who go