I've been swallowed by the plaything
Born through my brainful ashtray,
It stinks, pure on this laughable side.
will to skin,
This gaping flourish encumbers.
Last, poor unforeseeable shape.
Now it's hard to end this incoherent, twisted
I can't image another mask to surround this pigsty.
Are there ways to limit my
Tomorrow's decline will necessary fit together
Completeness through isolation.
My plans were different.
is the answer to implore a patient essence.