𓃑𓃑𓃑𓃑𓃑 BLITHE AFTER DEATH 𓃑𓃑𓃑𓃑𓃑






"Eight O'Clock"
Ban Hin Kong, Thailand


Eyes are Blinking Too Much Thinking On Sinking Ships Staring At Blips Shaking Her Hips Load Shedding Dips Critical Short Circuits A and B Condition is True They Made It to Rule Thought Terminating Caught Germinating Forever Restating No D in the C OD in the Sea Ternary Race Suspended in Space Grouped by the Place Blank Stare on a Face Nobody Gets It Nobody Lets It Nobody Pets It Nobody Cares Everyone Stares So Nervous With No Service A Noser Vice She Knows her Vice But Still Won't Grip Material Lips On a Clipped Chip Ship Life is a Wine Drink it, Don't Sip I Love My Ersatz Dream A Holocene Queen Her PFP On A Screen Unseen Making me Hot Like a Laser Beam Untuck from My Pocket Plug into my Socket Keeping Me Jacked Like A Fit Knit Stack A Suitable Plucker A true Deconstructor Don't Give it Away Go Now, But Stay My Funamboulistic Holiday I'm Woke Woke Woke Everybody is Sleeping Thinking They Wise Not But They Creeping Don't Fight with these Guys Dead in the Eyes Addicted to Lies Upset with Disguise Like Ketchup on Fries Power Me Down Brick out my Life Death is a Dream And So is My Blithe I'm Greener than Green They Come in A Shock Ugly as Hell Like the Face of a Clock When The Devil He Finds At the End And Divines Big Light It Shines You on the Lawn Last Breath is Drawn Nobody Calling You Home It's Just The Torch That You Left on Your on Phone