September 30, 2013

Seeing Things You Don't Mean To See

Let's squeeze this rotting rat and see if anything lovely comes out.

Glittering rubies are played out.

Fixated on death! On the gradual decay of all Beauty!

This place is for lovers, this place is where I shudder.

I am the least important person in my life.

Treat a stinger like a wishing well.

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