I wanna chose to die,
and be buried with a rubix cube.
and sleep inside the big blue
buildings,
while the sweet disease drives
through.
there's a bakery in the night sky.
i wanna die because the government
lied.
she was a man with herpes,
floating in a yellow stream.
running through the windows
backwards.
kissing all the buildings clean.
you know his appetite for hardcore
taste.
and orgyastic party games.
she woke up in the highway,
with arrows pointing at her face.
later that day in gym class,
she ate a mouth full of anthrax,
go to sleep.
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