apocalyptic theory #

And when I tell you I’m no good at loving

I mean that I want to be a suitcase

you can’t ever close; that

I heard pigs have penises as long and thin as

umbilical chords that are shaped like spirals,

and that’s why they call it ‘screwing’;

I want you to give me diseases basically,

but all I know how to make when you leave

is a fist.

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