Give me your vibe so I can know death is looming on my soul when its raining and I don't care who I'm going. when I'm leaving or what kind of sick consciousness waits impatiently on the other side of hell.
Show me how to write things that make no sense so people cry and pluck their eyelids trying to discover that words mean nothing and my thoughts only spill from my head like cold crisp beer in the summer.
Let me hold your ten ton neon glow at my fingertip.
Let me eat your soul.
Show me dying on the television so children know life is real. Show me sleeping in a bed of hepatitis infected needles with a rusty spoon clenched in my teeth.
Give me your vibes
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