The Sound of a Typewriter

My love my life my ambitious pursuit

I do know you well

But it expires at expiry

So sue it and shut up

But what of…

And whenceforth…

The denial. The staunch denial from the couples.

There are many. And you’re supposed to make others happier, losers.

This sound, where you get angry at me, this sound, you know it to.

I’m not here to peacey-weacey

Just a staid ground

And so it soft harkens on up on the hill

The Christians fucking killed me

Bomb the church

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