You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late.
Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.
Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality.
All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.
There will always be an underground.
I am nothing, and not even that.