for when life's gone off

suggestions from your local rotting corpse

[buzzkillbyrne]

if she’s your girl why is she decomposing in a field with me

[rottingsuggestion]

sink away into crumbs of gore

[greelin]

y’know what’s an ideal, fitting career for me?

rotting in the dirt

[rottingsuggestion]

reach out. make a fist. let the train skim the skin off your knuckles. the blood will splatter back and you'll be artwork baby.

[rottingsuggestion]

there's worms around here, baby. they wanna feast. you gonna let them?

[rottingsuggestion]

relax. let the dirt claim you

[rottingsuggestion]

maybe when flowers feast on you you’ll be beautiful. maybe.