carnage happens when I turn my head carnage lives under the sheets of my bed a living fish with AN endless tail a misery stricken lad cursed to fail. traffic jam is backed up all the way this is my life everyday little silver strands float around me I inhale them up inside of me I spit them out onto my trail. I fall over.Birth sign: Leo
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