starve the flesh, vomit the heart.

we    aren't    gods,    after all,    but    we    can    become    something    less    than    human    with    frightening    ease.

do you hate me? will you hate me? have you ever hated me? can i encourage you to hate me? how can i make you hate me?

i know it's mad, but if i go to hell will you come with me or just leave?

i am the old world’s runner⎯⎯⎯up, the best dresser that died like a dog.

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a kiss is the
beginning of cannablism .ᐟ
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