we are
the fucked
can't you feel
the press of words
great walls of words like eyes
like walls of dream-eyes
un-blinking
how can you expect
how could you have expected
the minute you spoke, girl
you was un-natural
who else's brain kills they body
gnawed us to a sausage
let us all think of the most clever ways to solicit reassurance
the wolves say "i worship you and it feels good"
the primates say "touch me, touch me, touch me"
the primates say "touch me, touch me, touch me"
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