She knew
That I knew
That he knew
We were guilty
There were lava lamps and candles
A dog that wanted to chomp off my balls
A burning girl
A burning boy
music
the world was blowing up
it is always blowing up when the good things happen
and become what they are
I was becoming something more round
And slippery
Like truth itself
a piece of shit that you could name
but is always a piece of shit no matter what you name it
We knew that he knew
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