your yellow halo angel [teeth]

Wearing a white shirt with grey pants. A bladeless knife, with no handle. Hehehha

I want fried fish with rice and soup

Bleed for me

Angel’s prose is clanky as God’s forsaken

I can fall in love with myself to great extent if I wanted but where’s the fun in talking to yourself. There’s no circulation. Help me I’m Russian literature author Nikolai Gogol

I can never tell if I’m unable to feel romance towards anyone or I just haven’t come across any soul as beautiful and as interesting and as colored as those of the dead.

Non gmo cucumber

Bringing attention to it. People speaking in such sorry words. We should — collegiate assessor, state councilor. No man shall be permitted to be a witness against himself. They should execute me by firing squad for the things I feel. In a hot way. Hot as in heated. Anger in the angel hare is that you. Fingers twitching for a beer. Call out to you like a lover like the thrust of a knife. Squelch squelch. I mean it’s totally not adolescent. Adult mind teenage body. I’ve been a damn naive adult. No longer getting undressed by other children in churches though. Or punched. Punching. Maybe that’s why I love the feel of the strike. Because it feels — like love. I’m bruised sick. Seething groaning wolfing down my buttons now. We’ll be dead by sunrise. It will be like any other. This

I’m going to eat my phone

Does that mean Sigma is some sort of age regressor