everything in this room is how i want it

i’m content to do nothing

substantial. it’s better to chew

my fingers, use a torn nail as floss

than submit to the dross of

sharing my day with you.

 

*

flies listen to me, are in tune with my

vibe; the mood (i’m in) to

kill descends suddenly,

& shut

the

fuck up

&

lay still lest you die.

 

this one fly

flew round the room

a good few times

before i drew my sword. at

 

that it sat still,

 

so i let it go.

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