Through The Mud Comments

a dimming resolution gives soft discomfort, and mishaped grins they sponser you weak, draggin you through the mud, then hardened by the sun) like an old cigarette don't me off a more difficult illusion is difficult to imagine the television is MUTING out idividualism with a scull full of cartoon meat-i whisper shadows of what used to be words shadows dancing, shadows singing sunshine shames there's an old man in the corner chanting unknown names and all the neighborhood kids sit around and play with the damn thing nothing is ever supposed to be this way i'm so sick of dying, i'm so sick of fading away real human (all american racial) [MUTT] and daddy from the bottom of his reched little heart (sends his ignorant. selfish love) at least I think that's what he called it?


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