Warm Cow of Jazz

Warm Cow of Jazz

I’d rather be a warm cow Who floats in milk – In creamy white milk – And not feel this loneliness, Crispy loneliness That likes me too much To leave me. My new life Is wearing glasses – Again. I could not escape Running away Here and there...
Unlove, f*ck off

Unlove, f*ck off

There is nothing you can do to feed them, unless you want to die. Oh, fuck off.

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