from ( diets of the resurrected )
Their translating of the terrible things we’ve said has created elsewhere animals that don’t need to eat but bite anyway anything that moves. Neither silence is real
but both belong to God. My son
my moodkiller
of ruin
in no dream I’ve had
pours gasoline on himself and leads an abandoned bear onto an empty school bus. Am I pretty this third
time
if my parents are yesterday and grief?
kingsoftrain 
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