konnen sie fur die liebe leben [?]

nochmal bitte [!]
aber ich kann das nicht.
ich mochte zu viel, ich trinke zu viel.

& ich habe keine liebe fur deinen schaisse.

ich interessiere sich fur nichts & mein schatzelein ist ein katze.
meine haut, mein ungesund herz, mein kampf & meine schuld.

mea, kurba, culpa.

SCHUD_HEV_NOT_LET_DIE_KAT_IN.

"dear, but you're alergic to cats, now ain't you".

should have not reached out that finger,
should have touched them. not.
should have let them play on their own
they wouldn't mind
they wouldn't care
not in a slightest bit
those cute little paws
they sure had their stable
felt stable, looked stable
& your'e one shaky piece of shit.
one shaky piece of shit [!]


NOW: why the rush, why the rash, why the itchy spot & why even try to scratch it.
with an arm so short it's just so impossible to do.
& yes, there is the other arm.
but it's a twin arm, just as short & just as fucked up.

somebody give me a hand.
would literally use one & surely should abuse one.

will spare them the latter thou, for it's my will to not EVER hurt a helpless arm. especially a helpful one, but such don't occur, so no biggie, no midnight specials.

rough strokes & thunders,
air strikes, dead petals.

then lack of everything.