"I" am an observer, i feed on madness I excrete art.
5/17/2012
So you believe
So your mom died
now shes in paradise
where families reunite
never again terrorized
Thats what you tell
But why do you cry?
As if a cello's depressing whine
On an event clearly of joy
blessed are those who mourn
A make yourself feel better,
Cliche full of shit.
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