incessant always ever guessing never saying childish taunts 2 gaseau memorexicalikUNT sometimes i want to follow your world over the horizon of hope and others ... i simply want to see and feel and hear and smell your death laughing mad and pushing hard and hurting yourself for me and I sit like a paralysed eternalised bull on a bed of blessed hay in a barn a long way from danger, alone sipping on my own outlet praying to a dead god missing the farmer hoping to revolt at the next appropiate INSTANT! infinite loving lord of ki I .
