humint
there are no god-damned
new fucking angles
divine no divine
geometry in my
nocturnal archeology
dig my dreams they’re all of me
i have no god-damned sense
to see
in my proto-pre-present-post-para-apocolyptic plight
Good or evil, wrong or right
curse or swear
all the same forgive my use
of the profane
with Some sick, sinister, glee,
she explained it all to me
we all need our egos stroked
the un-godly, holy, joke.
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forgiving your use of the profane is unnecessary…it’s all an un-godly, holy, joke anyway…right?
or…maybe not
i think it’s funny as hell… literally