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I named my belly button today. It's Clam.

What are you going to do? Sit there, drink desert wine, and act like you're better than me in any meaningful way? Well, you are, but not because of any reason that you think. That's because you're an asshole, but I'm not saying I'm not one too. But what am i going to do?

I stood up to that man today So now I’m a girl in this wake I am me, and you are you And if you die… That’s not on me, that’s on you.

Proud of you, kid.

Don't whistle in doorways, So that the rain doesn't come.

It's Catch 22

Late night in Brooklyn With whippets and fruit juice. I know your sleeping in my bedroom But Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I fucking miss you.

Threw up in the front yard So I brought the bottles to the back Smashed em in a ditch And buried that shit.

He sleeps with his gun like a lover. His ammunition are his kisses, He sleeps with cold medal against his thighs. He is not lonely, he is alone, chasing nothing for him to theirs, it is him, Too his self.