So I'm tired of writing for him, so he's gone haha. Soon it will be back to same old same old.
"You've got answers: killing to please, swooning disasters. So inventory me, drop me in your fishbowl. I'm dying to breathe through your tight pigeon hole. A dead man in dead dreams . When I'm gone you won't miss me. You're dying to fist me out of the closet and into the fire. Out of these dumb little quips that inspire. Outright outrage enrages you now. You're lifeless and sticky. Kicking dead cows. Fuck you sound."
(Navigating The Windward Passage, The Lawrence Arms)
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