eulogy
Fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
There are no beautifull suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants,
and the end of gifts.
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There are no beautifull suicides
just cold corpses with shit in their pants,
and the end of gifts.
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posted by The Sandmonkey at 12:28 AM
2 Comments:
that's the best one i've seen on there. fuckin love it.
I would love to know the author of those brilliant lines.
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