word vomit.and the skyscrapers, the towers, the city will crumble, will fall the wave of a thousand sighs of nostalgia, hope, tragedy, fear and some loathing (but not in, no, never in Las Vegas) crashes over the post-traumatic stress disorganization of the masses and what was false is false and what was true is true, always true the gods of fire rain down on the gods of ego who plead with the goddesses of objectification and they continue to play scrabble. a not quite eerie calm is pulled out from the roots of buildings and the basements of trees, is trailed along the i-word vomit.
influences.
whatta dump.
My name is Katy. |
expiration date.
Gloomy
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I wish we could really meet each other, shake hands, sit somewhere on this beautiful planet drink good wine and hear each other laugh!!!!
Website... kinda: [link]
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Keep In Touch
[link]
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"Madness, you said?!"
"You are just jealous that the voices talk to me!!!"
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"Locura, dices?!"
"Estas celoso de que las voces me hablen a mi!!!"
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"I entered the Abyss and never returned."
"Each day we will spill their blood til it rains down from the skies."
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