Sophie jung

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On Murder, Mourning and the usual

Are animals sentient?

Are animals sentient I wonder.
Are they?
Are animal sent I end this discussion with a vote.

Blank stare away from anything lying or
Lying
A blank stare across oceans
Warm oceans.
Body temperature.
And {breate out} relax
Let yourself soak up the
Let yourself soak in
Let yourself soap up the op
The op the table the couch the op
Era

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name
And do I dream again for now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
Inside my mind

out the falling
Mind out the
Mind your head the weight grows stronger yet.

Guilt guilter guillotine

Teen and already flattened by the prospects.
By the history of white fuckuppings

SOOOOOOOO
{fold arms, puff up}

200000000
{fold arms in the opposite direction, no need to exaggerate}

The ruining the running tab is

It’s up its bar is at such and such fahrenheit (when the temperature is too high)
The bar is at such and such centigrade when I feel the gloves
Must. Come. Back. On.

Someone turn it off turn it off
Can someone please just turn it off already?
The bubbles are so high I can’t see my conscience.
Your conscience?
Is a) not a thing or b) a thing but {laughs: your conscience?}

Let’s lay it out
Put your grievences on the table.
What do you grieve then?

The running tap a tab a tap is at A LOT
A LOT in reparative compensation.
The sation the sen
sation is:

When you get into „your“ bath with frozen feet
and they feel as if they’re burning {pause}
When you get into your bath with burning feet
for there is
Literally {li’chally}
Literally {lidderally}
Literally {li’chally}
Literally {lidderally}
Litchally {li’chally}
Literally {lidderally}
No way to turn the temperature dial back.

Why not?
Since when’s that been broken?
Who tf broke it?
I was away for...what?
For what?
Oh to mine some urgency over in ...
To mind out of the country on business
Do you hear that. Out of the country. On business.

They feel as if they, yes, did do something wrong.

And they did.
Currently I do wrong as I write
Currency did wrong from the start.
A buck is a deer is deer is a dead deer is a hide under your tables so the fall out won’t get you.
(easy)
A fall out is settled by paying off one’s dept in buck skins.
That’s between settling horrors and indigenous people.
And dead outer layers.

And layers and lay her’s on the bed
And her’s too.

And lay hers and lay hers and lay hers on the couch.
An earth of foxes.
Sacrificing their penile bone.