i would place you against the flawless blue sky and call you beautiful

 

IT'S ALL HAPPENING AT

YELLOW MAMA   #117

HERE

angel of thirst vs. the angel of dust

 

the idea of joy confused with the idea of pain

 

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and maybe you're born an addict, or maybe you just die that way

 

and you know that everything i've ever written is a lie

 

everyone's a minor god, a junkie, a failed prophet

 

like sucking marrow from the bones of the past; like that