An overly-emo post written late at night in a thunderstorm so loud it shook the basement

TAPE is done, but everything's open for covering.

Him: Do you ever lay down for like an hour and not sleep, but imagine you're living?
Her: Like, doing stuff, but actually you're just laying there?
Animal: Oh yea, all the time
Laying: I wonder, if I did something like this, what would it be like
Prodding: I sometimes wonder if other, more adjusted people do that
Breeding: I don't know
Feeding: I think we are the type of people who cant be ashamed and just have to do our thing
Leaving: I've lost that edge to me

Withinagram.
Souls devoured, detered diving down their damaged wombs
Open to our observation, the orifice of our Earth's act opossum
Attention to the end to all the Armies, Ants and O(A)liphants