Better off inside of a wall, better if death looks just like Paul, feeling better every second wake me up slowly put my existential dread in your mouth. Maybe better if proclivity’s stagnant than wanting when I know I can’t have it, feeling better every second ascending is so pleasant with the existential dread on your mouth. Maybe better if the flux is just partial, even better if all change is non-harmful, feeling better in this second the taste is only extant from the existential dread on the couch. Maybe better once i break in the habit, a good thing stays good so long as you stab it, feeling better in the stasis no more faking i have made it with the existential dread now so couth. Maybe better that the blood is now plastic, maybe something in the id is not manic, feeling better feeling partial since my left side walked home and felt the rain on bone in the pore.