I want to wear your skin.

What punishments of god is not gifts. 

Theres nkthing wrong. 
All i know is we dont have long. 
Before everything is gone. 


Theres not going to be a uhaul behind your hurst. 
You cant take it with you. Youre not cursed. 
But That feeling of impedning doom. 
Here
. Let me give you a tissue. 
Cause life is hard and it hurts. 
And its going to take a lot of work. 
Theres no way to go in reverse. 
The past is done and its in the dirt. 
And your first
Can we be best friends

I have a plan for you. 
Lets bottle up all your pain until it goes into full flames and create trauma that cant be explained 

Maybe make a lamp out of your face like ed gain. 
And claim your brain cause your soul is mine. 
That skull is fine. I admire the shape of your head. 
Looks like a perfect place for me to hang my hats as a decoration. 
Some say i Lack compassion and empathy. Thats a distraction keeping me from my true destiny.  No compromises as the heat rises. But theres suprises along the way. 
Just come with me. 
And youll be okay. 
Phycopathic head case. 
Life is great 
Aint it babe. 
Give me a hand.
 Heres a leg 
Now
Toss it in the river. 
That part i am not trying to save.
Imagine yourself in a mind cave. 
Making ceramics from your body clay. 
What a perfect place to put your perfect skin i wont leave a trace of waste off your skelitin 
I ll call it my flesh bin. 
Its my best piece of art. 
I freed your dome of expression. 
Lets pick this apart. Its getting dark. 

The propanol is helpful for when i make the call and your eligable for my colecttion. Just the thought gives me an erection. I want to dip these two tests in. 
Catch a glance at myself.  
And smile in reflection. 
I have a confession. 
I cant believe i ve disolved that much intestine. 
Isnt it interestin the gloves i made they fit 
look at this 
Oj simpson. 

I feel better now i think we have a new connection. 
 Whats that you say. 
You like legs. 
We can dance with these detached ones 
We can tango while drinking cabertne. 

I like to taste the marrow everyday
And tomorrow i ll make them hallow with i spoon i made from your shoulder blade that i borrowed. Turn your bones into a wheel barrowl now follow me into my mass graves. 

But wait

Whos this,
 the fbi. 
Well i am mortified
O.m.g
 fuck my life. 
They following me. 
I am paranoid. 
I dont know why. 
I have a great idea. 
I ll make a disguise. 
Just need some skin to prepare 
to pull the whool over thier eyes.
This is so fun iam getting butterflys. 
I ll take whatever i can get doesnt matter the size.  
I feel alive 
Finally some mammory foam for my matress that stuff is emaculate i salivate hydrate and escape into my beautiful dreams and rest like a king 
What a pickle i am in. Such a mystery when 
You find your favorite craft you practice that satisfies all your fantastic fantasies that yoursuspended. 
They can all join. My silent pirade 
My collection is looking so great. 
I have a new family now.

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