Thursday, October 31, 2013
better now
Perhaps God rains on cigarettes and puts gravity up to shattering handles because he likes to see you laugh. You're lungs are prettier when your not setting them on fire and your liver likes it better when you don't drink so much. You say you dream of swimming in Greek oceans when your wrinkled but your family ages slowly and it looks like you're going to die young, love. If you keep on practicing drawing straight lines with razor blades on your body you might learn to like it and cut too deep tomorrow; your wrists don't make good canvases and your medium clots too often.
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