Fuck around with death.
Give the Grim Reaper a handjob 👌
Would anyone want you to be their son?
(or daughter)
Or daughter.
Would anyone be proud?
Find out how you see yourself.
You, if one of yours grew into me?
If one of mine grew into you..
Sometimes it’s just angst.
For hours.
Days , weeks,
Scream scream scream.
Bat eyelashes at death
“yo”
Fuck is up with you?
I see you, and I see them,
And I hate them, but I don’t know you.
I’ve merely seen your work.
Gotta say..
I’m a fan.
But I understand that it’s in it’s time.
In it’s own time.
For everything there is a season. Ecclesiastes.
A season for this.
A season for that.
Partial action/reaction.
Partial overarching story.
You’re meant to go through it.
And it has to be exactly like it is…
No handjobs for death.
Not at the moment.
No flirty.
I know..I do.
I just get tired and you would too.
dawn 