YOU ARE GRAVITATING TOWARD SLITTING BITS OF YOURSELF AND SELLING THEM TOO THE HIGHEST BIDDER. and so you decay, you press on to liquored kisses and shine winter in the flitters of your eyne. you are currency ‘s worst child tonight hopped up on sliding yourself in to the hands of ruin for you are no longer prepared to make your self out to abuse. you crash into someone and your mouth lines out odd words in place of an apology. _____ ‘ oh gosh ..... how wrong of me. i might be going blind cause of all these pretty dames.’ * @droidkill











