Sequestered. Off the grid and burdened by my name. Somethings reaching through the fog. Nesting embers in a smoky womb. Into the sky dispersed a blackened plume. Splitting forth smoldering ashen cocoon, spreading wide gilded wings anew. Fleshy ripe amber glow. Shunned in wasteland so I’ll reign in Hell below. Transfixed, the shitty white Christians who fell down the ugly tree hit every single branch. Consume, complain, and discard. Asking for a manager and another side of ranch. The whole city is in flames and they can’t be satisfied. No reason why, just waitin’ around to die. While these Hobo blues got me chasing away sober days. #everyonegetscancer #planetgrave #recycle (at Dumpster Fire) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvQJuEcBoz1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tpliw9ciq42w