Jumblegod

well here it is

dumped like the winds carry sand left out in the rain overoverover
yeah this could have happened or this could have happened but we're just people and I wanted to be one too

she wanted epic poetry pining after her and I want to oblige but don't know if I can
it's not angst it's oppression of my soul because the freaking devil is going to wrap me in tinfoil and scorch me on the barbie like a spit dog

i don't want to understand it's not possible to understand why whatever happened but I know that she's gone dammit gonegonegone