#dogrill

hes got a unique application but his kneecaps weak and snap under pressure

evenings chasing superstructural ghosts prepared for emptying

the difference between this and someone who kills with power alone

skimming past purchasable places in property pages

unlike the steel dealings. back in my day we balanced simple complexities with dread, instead of having all this back in my day

grandiosity'll kill you as incuriosity'll incapacitate

standing at the crossroads of the prism where vibration turns to rhythm and the rite

it's just beginning. the pistons set to spinning. where the bodies heave to heaven

and the spirit might be present, but it doesn't really matter when the writhing is the reason -

when the shaking is the presence and you're touching through the raving and the press of air's impression

terfs are busy out there harassing all the young selfies telling each boy he wont be pretty without tits.

at the services each woman is told her bloods unclean because she says shes not a man.

oh, the insanity, they inform me, she thinks she's not a man.

the government's here to take things away again. put a police in place and lend credence to the elimination.

they inform me that she thinks shes not a man and so her children must be taken.

they're saying it's starting to swim in schools. what if the children hear that she says shes not a man.

in the news and in some science they're saying her skirts are sickening society. when she uses the bathroom we all hear the screams. isn't it simple?

the doctors say she thinks she needs to be like this to live. and so she mustn't be allowed. she's asked to change her body and so she's told to change her mind.

how do you deal with art thats so obviously about whatever the artist's into?

not necessarily start with a way of integrating it into

a system that starts from the

language tho it look like an unfamiliar friend is aptly an accounting like a linebook like a hookline like a limit.

kill the jealous god of empty words. let him run and die.