creep

sam e nhancement's d

ouble oublié j'ai ni sueño que

te salva de la miasma misma

nos ladra all right wrong

all night crunching

stone shifts off a wall

shaped with I's and T's

.be clotted ,spoon ,be k

notted in the headache

louder than a grunting

swims above your leg your

leg ,pilaster of the limping wind