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[sacrilegious-skeletal-scribe]

prophet-induced shaving injuries

sometimes you gotta chew glass for the unadulterated mouthfeel

sometimes you gotta lacerate some fucking mouthwash and try to swallow your tongue

it’s not about workplace efficiency or supplication or college applications

sometimes you’ve got stuff to settle between you and god

and that all-shadow night, the thing in the woods you think has been watching you for

a couple weeks, at least

its about effective communication between the mind and the flesh

getting the fucking point across

the preachers have got something of a corner on that hypermanic stream-of-consciousness type mass-adoption

talking points so slick they wash down lies an eight-year would embarrass themself telling

the oil smooth communication of professionals and the deeply invested

(get a little elbow grease in there and even an amateur can work through bullet points)

sometimes it’s about blood in a white sink

the buzz of the overhead lights, streaking down to meet your reflection

a creature a shame and blood and wounds that weren’t not self-inflicted

cleaning up in hurried dark, terrified of being caught

terrified of not bleed far enough, getting the cut in and bending to cowardice before you let it cleave all the way

(sometimes you’ve gotta sever the rot for the better of the whole)

(sometimes you’ve got to let go of things that are hindering you)

mostly it’s not that motivated a production

mostly it’s proximity and the efficiency of glass shards onto your open mouth

(yes occasionally it’s about god and country and the respect of your peers)

mostly it’s about the goddamn mouthfeel