I panicked that some unidentified shape was a turkey. How typical. Everything unidentified is a fucking turkey. My breath keeps hitching because of my lung incapacity. Nearly vomited just walking up, let alone surfacing up from water. In nothing than a second of a snap, I knifed through my unrelenting frailty. I succumbed to the infallible hole. My breath keeps hitching and my chest is stupid. I don't understand this. Like a sick repetitive cycle I still deniable clutch on. I can barely look away.
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- night swims
- heart burn and gut ache
- nap made, the anti-sleep
- podcasts, bud light, and caffeine
- overcompensating infant strikes again
- greetings from an unfamiliar device
- squinting and wide-eyed
- granma
- Sunglasses indoor
- Danger Legs
- seventy forty
- hide. hurry.
- you're not thoughtful. are you?
- day drinking daddy's day
- you're an island unto yourself
- "trippin over the same bad dreams"
- It's after hours and I'm snacking on a bowl of fruit
- ass troll
- trivial bag
- Omnipotent is the New Bust
- i know that guy
- left hand
- this happened in my neighborhood this week
- if i live to be that age, i want to look like byrne
- st vincent in strange mercy
- overly-emotional friends
- hey what genre is this?
- driving crying diving
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