the word love is nothing like the word confetti,
you can’t just throw it around in the air like that for fun.
for fun… are you sad, now i can hardly tell.
if you’re being tortured momentarily you’re most likely searching for a new h-ll.
drippin’ wet with something savory i,
insert of token of salutation for you to remember me by.
the experiments have no names.
and surely no purposes.
you can call it a tradition.
but they don’t really sting that bad now anyhow…
get back on that icy extermination table,
after all… it’s only your first audition,
it’s only your first audition!
man, i can’t wait to see the failing premiere.
chats with japura are not what they really appear.
showed her photos of herself.
the river formed a slightly…
she told me living is just a placement exam,
to find the best.
rearrange their legs, anxious florists.
he is a glacier. camellia’s a fault line.
small white ivories gash her knuckle,
struggling against their bodies and mine.
you want them to all know your name? you tell me when…
the cameras still rolling and there’s ten hungry waiting men.