11 48.

thought.
tripping on acid cascades
dooming penguins and polar bears
with ur tv's electricity cable connected pumping out the blood as images flash through
losing you. creating you
from ur word.
magnified photonic being of fake light
cracks a nameless woman onto stone.
so you get stonned.
but it feels good because ur not in iran.
but maybe getting stonned in iran is beautiful too?
iam chitchatting random pointless crap
its deff late.
11 48.
sailor's gate
now iam rhyming to escape
just like you.