Is it possible to have genuinely fucked up beyond repair this time around? Like, maybe this sip was the last before your eye started sliding a little more to the side. And permanent trails streak your vision. Disorientation forever. Witnessing the rise of whatever and over and over again. Yeah. Adding too many spring breaks to the tonic. On the rocks, mmkay? Strangling your younger self for ego’s time traveler slasher revenge plot. Orr, just fucking sitting at home in the dark all day practicing rotting. Trying to crack your skull like an egg for ideas. Something thick drips from your ear or mouth and staring at the splat becomes a 10-mile gaze only taking a swig of WATER 4 MICK JENKINS can provide antidote. lipglo$$ on the chap:
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