and so my soul collapsed into the big guilt wad some big thunder law forces me to eat shit and if i was a word, could my letters number 100? more likely coarse and gutteral one syllable, anglo-saxoni'm a victim of fact let's say i loved a girl but the world was wrong and i was forced to march in line finally, i felt like handcuffs machines disregard my pronouns i am defeated i am the cool, damp clay
