painting the ceiling of the morgue

Tame this, never. Spineless, brainless. Forever. Hate shit, sprained fits. Endeavor. Question hierarchical, lesson always falls through. Fingertips, perish in flames caused by the stone throwing due to naming names. Snitching, bitching, games. Games once were fun, but now I have lost the sun. I have lost all guidance, need some form of reliance. How about a gun? Its what we all do, right? Shun.    

@4 months ago