'tis the season of the beautiful little pathetic disintegration
an epic less-ness,an immeasurable subtraction of joie de vivre
minus
minus
minus
plus some more
minuses
what good is an equation when everything seems to be falling apart slowly?
beloved heart
you bloody whore
hasten slowly my dear
hasten slowly
through the ocean
(a fish can never drown)
hasten slowly
hasten slowly
beloved heart
all is not lost
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