c LOUDDEAD Apt. A (1)

dose one: empty she s calling, she s calling me tonight, from just inside my lips and i ll write her. betterment of the world through wish, wish i d fall off, growing distant. i ll write her, and pull my face fresh from the waxy palms it s kept soft in. why : there s something to the fading of faith. my whole childhood was the broken guitar and my sister s silly yellow blanket. now i carry slender and sexy curved sledge hammers to break the bricks i bought. i should have never went to college, but took a trip to costa rica to cut rainforests to choke myself. dose one: making up miss bobafetet as i go along, why : and rejecting the truths that i ve been served. dose one: fool besides, tuition for my countenance pressed fine in reverse block, style print, a product of cave drawings gone automated with these loafers and a check book, twisted tightly into, know, a stiletto. dose one and why : do you know how many times i ve thought about writing about the pap