the cancerous morning air BQE traffic destroys me at a cellular level every morning – five days out of the week and when i come home from office places i feel murder brewing hard behind the bones of my face turning to a sick jade death mask i dont want to breathe i am tired of cigarette …
{ʇɥǝɹǝsɐ ɯɐƃɐɹıo ʇɯ}