Smile…smile like a mad ocean…

Huh!!! Yeah dance through the waves of this flickering murkiness. 

Why don’t you fuck like the last fuck of this pale planet? 

You wanna hear a lullaby? My whore would sing it for you. 

My poems…my dubious senses would dance through this high prosperity. 

Kick the ass of this morality…get drunk…smoke…fly with the chords. 

Stars would guide you home, 

I promise…otherwise what a wonderful life it would be to be lost through the core of the madness. 

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