lithium_sketch
paste! Louis Aragon fried the bacon
on his forehead to stop
the parade thrown for your enemies.
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unhinged it's such a pretty day with the clouds passing by overhead.

i walked to the corner store and bought a pack of cigarettes. walked and walked and walked around til my feet hurt hurling cancer down my throat at alarming rates. the cool bite of the air was rather refreshing when i seldomly stopped for some oxygen. fall days and corduroy coats were something i used to keep in my back pocket for better days. floating, the clouds passed me by overhead.

the sun went away and the clouds with it. the stars little pin pricks, the fire keeping us warm. i threw all the little pills into the fire and it burned so red. the fumes smelled a pretty shade of anger and sadness.

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