This is the worst, this is the worst, this is all the worst-- Madeline's great she sleeps on the bed every night again now shes not usually on there when i fall asleep but whenever i wake up, in the morning or in the middle of the night or in the afternoon or the next fucking year she's there on the bed at my feet sometimes in between them because she likes as much of her body as possible to be touching me at all times and it makes ME CRY:
EVERYTHING IS SO DISHONEST
CROWS ON THE ROOF, CROWS ON THE ROOF, BELLS AT THE DOOR, BELLS AT THE DOOR, NONEOFITNONEOFITNONEOFIT HERE and the aimlessness of the reasonless seasonless timeless nothingness allthedaysmeldedtogetherlikePAINTINGS LEFT OUT IN THE RAIN
the smiling people with their unbright pain riding bikes with broken chains and
LEAVING THEIR PAINTINGS OUT IN THE RAIN
i'm burning boats instead of bridges today.
Leave the light burning, I might be home late.
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