You Used To Live In My Balls Man

Bang bang, shoot shoot. Is you not happiness? Drama machines. Every last one. Bouncing off the alls here too, yup, in me brain; as if knowing the gray would be any more than a compass map, that and ninety hours with a child leaning into you will save Zelda but we're still going to fight our tired and cry because of we know not; and what we do, deep down, know, are the regrets that will never be anything else, than just what they are; us but inverted. Inside out not upside down. Periods are perogative. Punish me. Forever. Then.