Struggling to find non-collapsed veins for the blooddrinker quill. Petulance brawling with devotion in the lazy corners of my mind. The empty spaces filled by pixelated animals and Greek deities. The convenient distraction of sludge-bomb ulcers and tiny tacycardia. When you slow down, you stay down. And once down, the memory hole can wait patiently for you, the rest of your life.
4:10 p.m. - 2022-12-09
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