tryna do gods work in the devils playground,
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Love Begins
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shark vs the universe

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Xuebing Du
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@complexparadise
tryna do gods work in the devils playground,
forever you will be haunted by the thought of it, thats what being human is.
lilith
shot by @zonekidd
relief (2026)
weird (2026)
rather strange (2026)
2020 flow
we just gon keep on learning,
what matters most is what the fuck we do with it.
this amber ache burns within,
not of hate, not of anger, but of a earthy discouragement.
clouds used to comfort, it lasted till conciseness found ground.
dirt a beautiful lover, like ghetto crowns of thorn.
hold me closer?
ignorance was bliss till the intuition flew with moths that desire the hearts strings.
played one by one.
one as i would hold you tight
to feel once more what it was like against your skin.
when chance is granted.
to fade back into the arms of warmth, only to grant the bliss in each smoke exhaled
the world is so beautifully fucked and i play my part.
i have 4 song requests for my death
1. bury me a g - tupac
2. so nice (summer samba) - marcos valle
3. 'リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー' - floral shoppe
4. kiss of life - sade
things felt better when i wasnt in debt.
a similar loop, continuous beat, no end.
hear it all play with consequential effort.
dainty lies wrapped like used stockings.
healing is the repetition, actions are bad.
frustration in the garden of desaturation.
smoke covered lungs can only run so fast,
broken limbs yearn to skip, skip as you skip.
where will you go if you were forced in bond?
glued attraction loves misery more than the idea,
stuck with ashy petals embraced with melancholy.
thinking feels like an interruption as one loved,
who carries love when misery is giggling besides?
trust is like currency and many in ignorant debt,
faith lost in tokens in the next life, lavender lilac .