Falling Down

Falling Down by jim benz pull yourself together, breathe got twisted in a lung fit, coughing spit up bone-songs, all stripped down all feedback snarl and knuckle skin choking on a dream nozzle shiver, spit-grin juice grated, lesion-mated spastic anti-fortune juice rasped a halo-skin against a rusty sieve juice knees, minor blood shot keys and […]