02.04.25
Tonight I Milk Sick
under moonlight
& love the Queen
& what exactly is a dream
& what exactly is a joke
& what hour it is
You absolved
& become corpses everyday
& become the end of protection
& become the end of obedience
last count Postgame analysis
the Diabelli Variations superintended
white dreamsky inside that shines
round darksome way
my mother's eyes like muffler light
