freezeflicker.

SINCERELY PARAGON. PARADOXICALLY LEWD, AND that’s a lie, HOWEVER, IT SURE AS HELL AIN’T THE TRUTH. AN UNWANTED CYNIC. RAPTURE BURSTS THROUGH. TERSE galaXIES IN GHOSTS. HER WITCH’S DEFT HAZEL, WAS DecieveD wiTh A boasT. IN A LOVER’S FINE TUNING, WHISPERED HER AWAY, AND THEN LEFT HER TO SUFFER, IN THE FLOWERS OF MAYDAY. AND UNconquerED WERE THE MAGGOTS DROWNING IN LOVE. WHERE HER TRUTH BENT TO LIES, WITHOUT THE PARADOXICAL CRUD. fuckThaTcrud. IT’S HOME WAS SWIFTLY WROUGHT. WITH WROUGHTIRON TETHERS AND POISONOUS ROSEBUD*SHIPWRECKED OUT ON THE OHIO, SITTING IN A WALL OF GLASS, TELLIN’ ME TO TAKE IT EASY BUT I TOOK A PHOTOGRAPH, SOMETHING THAT I Can’t Remember, but she’s still sinking with me.