Compton Chauncey
so im super bored in more ways than a whores days on poor wages trapped in dog kennel cages

stages of anonymous rages turn the pages of my black boots laces

irresponsible stasis

memories of smoky hazes living above ground places

my bones scream for ice dreams but seeing you on bleeding knees seems strangely pleasing

purposeless basin that wont stop encasing my interfacing with spiritual cravings

sidewalk of forgotten memories

light the pipe suck the smoke. now blow it out with no choke

bloody strange seeing you here bloke

oh shit here comes the nitwits riding on the widows clit screeching their condolences.

pit this against the crypts twists turns terrible tremorous tryst

kick me im dreaming

come back fucker i miss you