I’m thinking 6 hours at least
And I say it in my head finding I’m shaking
The first time after it’s get bad
Like actually
And all these hostile stupid less than 2 minutes
In the tradition of a CBGB punk song
Running to my phone to write
And thinking I’ll show no one again.
Yell about
Humanity + Maturity
And the dog shit I’ve seen and I feel better saying I’m dogshit when I know what looks worse.
Fucking vermon of spite and no lacking
In the understanding
Of why the hell you just can’t be nice
And every moment is torment
And I take care of myself more than ever
And I hear you in my head counting a bench as you’ve planned your own Fibonacci plan
And I’m just at-woll to iet
And you’ve read me that well
And we’ll Johnny is the one we would go to
And I
I go to
For moments like this
And suddenly security is much stricter
To fuck with my food
And just
Accepting I can be seen
And it’s good to accept there’s lands no so distant and as far as the wide lands of my room could see.
Just Open The Door.
And I’ll be there behind you every time or behind the door which is
Still behind you
When you turn your back
And spin backwards
Just to go forwards
And your favorite piece is Black Knight the one no one chooses and complicated L-Bar Jumps. Hard for people to think in but exactly how I think in.
The Piece of Suffering and Drawbacks.
Accepting bad things are just going to happen.
Acting like it was a murmur.
Tell me I don’t have cancer ; and in all these moments and feelings so small
I wish you were here
And the good person has the pin
That deserves it
And stole it the right way
The way I like to lose things.
Where could you have gone now.
No Avatar.
And even somewhere astral
I can hear your keyboard clicks.
Why’d ya have to beat me to it.
Garnish for Pecan Pie.
And you kept complaining and ranting and raving at your half + half
Apple and pumpkin
Or pumpkin and cherry
So weird
And in those combos
You kept warning me
And why act prepared
When I died a few or two or last week
And I’m stinging
And our greatest friend just called out of a cryo freezer less than 2 weeks ago.
Irie with Ehlers and theyvheb switched out on me. Again.
He had never
Taken a turn yet
And now he has more work
And has never been happier
Being around me
And now
He chooses scary
Not spooky to defend me somehow
And everyone
Can see a dead man walking
Without the weight.
Like a pirate in prayer on some
Sandline.
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