OUTSIDE INTERNAL POLLUTION

stupid but it sticks now like a round bomb i have a fuse, but i'm not sure if i can explode, the cat can swallow my eye if only the hand pulls it harder by the ear green leaves, stars And a skull, and in spite of this, the old robot arm was perfect for painting with a burning brush, only a bone in the nose remained from the piercing, watch it melt a candle with fire, your fingers hold john dressed as a tin soldier, lips dry like peeling plaster, I like to control butterflies with a joystick, a band-aid, a slice of pizza with smileys, a playing card, mushrooms, a crutch and screaming in pain, nothing to do with it at all, the old headphones obviously liked the snake endlessly leaves grow on it and it pleasantly rustling wraps itself around the headphones vibration, calmly resting on the head near the wick, like a round bomb, the head of a frog lurks