1. that living edge well i used to rely on a season of pain but i don't need it no more i laid all my worth on the renunciate’s claim but i don't need it no more i went ahead and bit off the head of the snake of regret but i don't need it no more and i put feet on that living edge and i don't need it no more i used to butter my bread with a chasm so sweet but i don't need it no more i tried to pacify my mind with the praises of creeps but i don't need it no more but the renunciate’s claim it never called me a friend but i don't need it no more you see i put my feet on that living edge and i don't need it no more i hardly need anything anymore now that i bit that living edge TO THE SIMPLE TIMES that was crazy the bastards when they came for me and made me kill my god happened like a puff my mouth haphazard with what it wanted and didn’t want oh those simple times! and just about the weight of the morning it you had a simple smile about it you were an incredible inconvenience that i’ll have to be on purpose about and thank you later right on your simplicity i loved that about a smile on my cruel imagination as i was just doing ordinary cruelties and my lovely little hands hot with murder many thanks to the today sounds you were shopping in my evil with your toothy way oh i’m so sorry you’d say and your renunciate’s voicemail it was like a fucking bell like how ah a long beautiful tone one yeah like the ancient evil loves to say they were having a wild time about like you didn’t have a big care about the chasm or how quieter the morning held in the One kind of birds on purpose or it was like the way that the birds so quiet right before they’re drawn the praying gotcha wow hell how i i know i have been bathed in a toothiness like how you done it for pick me up by my tomorrow’s morning mouth spit me out i had a sound in you i didn’t know i didn’t know it until i was wrong about you oh yes i was wrong about you and still there is a wonderful way i know i am wrong about the way i think about and how i was so wrong and you and there is just so much to be wrong about your draw the ordinary god of your drawing look so toothy and practical your practice of ugliness yeah it spat up the whole idiot project of sex and renunciation and i will be wrong so many days with an apetite like that you see i am a part of a pretty project the faithful like to call “the problem with being right” me, you, and my dead god we are all just reflecting on shit like we are not at all a great person yeah my god is first and said it first when my god is busy thinking about the other worshippers the ones who are good at prayer and make cool sacrifices and who you never seem to actually meet and i am still hovering above the renunciate’s claim in a recognition of handy miseries amen i am hovering and it is two parts of a smile we are testing yeah you did this thanks yeah i am not so sorry about you were a part of your family group on me praise be when i was only a working smile i am happy for the next drawing oh those simpler times yeah with their 1,2,3, hello hi, i am a fraction of a becoming and you were a whole integer mathing on me woof! those simple times they were not so simple for me but i had a great time being the wrong one and the only problem with that is and that’s what actually keeps me up late at night clutching a memory so hard i lose my place in it and i become more like you then maybe you ever were and i think and probably it’s not that fair to me and the person the living edge of a person where who i was at the time but maybe i was right after all or at least to truly be wrong u have to be right at least once there was that time with the sun all crumbing up under yr touch and your mouth it seemed to draw me much better than the mirror is always so weird and mean about it