it's you do you understand? my friend, if you just knew how much i love you if you had a single clue, i think then, well, i think then you wouldn't be so blue

Olisps I call them. no clear meaning in vernacular but feels right, on the tongue. demons shadows angels boo, these ones are different

i look into the grand marble aching against its spherical form in slumber,

I am not a part of heaven but hell But enough about me, Let's talk about you

i will pay rent to the beak of a seagull breathe in through my gills and heave and hull glimmer with a bunch of weird scales in a moving pool above water seen by nobody but the light where my shack decides to breathe gawk-gawk

i know you can fly above walkers but what made you choose such a power? ananas

the edge of my cousin's hand-carved saber screamed to me from across the world it said solemn silence sought no certainty an existence without subsistence with sadist saints that stood in silence

i know what happens each time we speak. how does it feel though? watching your own unspoken sentences flow through my mouth? i can hear your breath catching as i forego you mid-row, you know? this is on you! roll up my tongue and put it into your pick pocket! say no no! clip, clip. you - tongue no more!

come on, you've come this far you can't get distracted by thoughts at par.