MAKE THE LOVE. PAINT THE PICTURE. WRITE THE SONG.
Shit has been so fucked up lately.
I don't know how much more of this shit I can take.
Where do I put all of this.
The only thing that makes sense, is what Slug says.
No happy ending, always off to a bad start.
Addictive.
And if I could show you, you would never leave it.
FUCK.
Fuck is the only word I can muster or hear or handle.
so
fuck
fuck
I don't know where to put all of this excruciating fucking pain.
Enough to put my name behind my ideals and neglect my logic twice daily.
Never.
Never.
MAKE THE LOVE. PAINT THE PICTURE. WRITE THE SONG.
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