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@americansamuel
last one lmao
Itās up to you. Always with you.
So pretty what you are! And what exactly might that be? I wish I knew. Iām coming closer, but Iām failing too.
this bee has stung me and now iām swellin up this bee just stung me and now iām gonna bleed too much they chased us hungry and we even vomited up some track three at the bottom of the anniversary one
rush finished another FAWM song so i can actually get all 14 this month god bless
I can feel itā¦
as I was saying I can feel it in your clothes when youāre sad like an allergy that is foaming pleas from every spot thatās not your mouth ādonāt you ever wanna feel what itās like
TO NOT BE SO CAREFUL IN LIFE?
I MEAN, it does sound niceā¦
Am I supposed to do something with all of this money?
(that you left?)
Just spend it I guess? Unavailing bequest. And when thereās some left? Maybe bury the rest. No, to burn it is best. So Iāll never feel pressed. To exhume and address. Your unlaveable mess. this abandonment test. first the beats in your chest then your mind, to confess that column from your spine-less -lest Iād never speak
never speak ill of your name. In this life, like the way you did mine, wellāāallegedlyāāfine may i ask? did you find
When all you had was time. To understand. What. I. was doing for you this whole time.
yāknow what?
nevermind
Well now Iām floored I never thought Iād see your face here anymore
And I guess that makes me naive but have you not yet been brought up to speed?
the things you did when you were last here, weāve been correcting for the past year with abundance you have made it clear youāve got no remnant of a soul left to steer
I know youāll get what you deserve but god damn youāve got a lot of nerve. as what you killed flies by you spin your head and then you cry
WAIT WHAT WAS THAT?
I know that youād seen the same thing that I saw so donāt try to deny because hurt will evolve
No, I was looking at the ground. Never saw her. Donāt know what you mean.
Theyāll never ask for her opinion. Theyāve never cared what's right or wrong. They only wanna see whatās written each time new lyrics find a song.
She never offered them dominion She stood her ground for far too long for you to claim 'no observation' It shows me your muscles reflect strong the same way that our sunās shine serves to us a telltale sign that everyone beneath its rays is doing fine.
Well I am currently in Washington DC At the National Museum of the American Indian
I canāt wait to tell about this but first you gotta hear what just happened! This is crazy!
Im only here for this catering gigāor rather, i WAS I got fired when I showed up becauseā well, actuallyāIāll get to those details in a momentābut lemme first do some explaining: not complaining, Iām just saying, it took me two 2 hours to get here on the Amtrak and the Metro. so after getting fired I'm thinking, well this blows, guess I gotta turn around and go back home
but then I look across the street. And thereās a banner hanging on the side of this wild looking building asking if I like POTTERY? no. I don't like pottery or at least I don't think I doā¦
I was wrong. Oh, I was so fucking wrong. Cuz they got this exhibit here, and itās serenading me like an angel trumpet song. Its the work of the Iroquois and my mind is relearning everything I know, cuz this clay is 400 years old, and its glaze is still shining as bright as my grinā almost like we share some thing in common.
but before i go on, lemme finish telling you why i lost my job:
apparently theyāve been real strict since 9-11 about bringing things that look like weapons into government buildings I mean, my boss said I was lucky that I didnāt get arrested. (I guess the background check showed them that I normally carry this knife? but I mean, wouldnāt you too? If you had to shlep two hours to work on the train, in an unfamiliar placeāand you werenāt even off til 2) (A.M!)
So they took away my knife. And I was fired on the spot. And I was bummed out at first, sure. But now Iām definitely not.
Because in this exhibit hanging on a plaque, as day is clear, I have been shown Iām not the only thing thatās fired up in here.
Whether it be pottery Or just someone like me-- You canāt mistake our fate, our greatness: You canāt deny the torch thatās in my hand was passed along to me! You are witnessing the magic that becomes our history.
Oh, donāt stop me yet. Cuz I feel like Iām about to get fired again.
Cuz of all of the patrons who traveled here and now love pottery. One is a a balding man, about six feet short who apparently canāt read. A simple man with a heinous plan of flash photography. and I canāt help but think heās compromising the memory of my fired ancestry
Verbal confrontation is kinda where I draw the line, so before things are escalated there, I find Iām reaching for my knife--not that i was considering pulling my knife on this guyāiām not trying to get in a knife fight but to be honest Iām thinking about what itād be like to get in a knife fight with this guy who clearly doesn't respect--
OH MY GOD I had not expected this⦠i am near sighted and as I approached, resolved to say something, instead of cut his throat i realized this bald man IS MY FATHER
so instead I find my feet are frozen cold⦠but of course they are, I was always scared of him growing up, I told my therapist I could never figure out how he lacked as a role model but I donāt care about that. what I do care now is how I didnāt just stab him with my formerly unconfiscated knife. more than, frankly, do I care about whether myself and the Iroquois pottery have been fired or not.
I mean, maybe itās time for someone else to have some notoriety? yeah? well it sure as fuck will not be be me--
At least, not for, like I said, stabbing my very own dad, in the Nation Museum of the American Indian
Over frankly, what would have been some some petty shit on this 400 year old weekend.
Oh ya it's my birthday too. Isn't this crazy?
God, Iām so sorry that you made me in your image All I ever do is make you look bad.
And God, I regret how i never do finish anything i start for you And I hope I more than anything, that it don't make you mad.
Iāve spent twenty years needing an ego nap, Thirty years stuck in a substance trap and forty years with no brain.
And donāt get me wrong, a heart is nice And Iām no doubt grateful for my life
but i can quite clearly see how all that Iāve been doing, Iāve been doing in vain
~
I've always loved the feeling of SMOOTH, when duties ease into the following day and glide into the week after next relocating to back-burner, tasks that quietly slide off whatās no-longer-a-list just a blank sheet of paper, good-enough-looks-to-kiss the erased bullet-points, blanking out all the chores that were once more, but now never missed.
But sadly, the feeling is not always smooth: like when a neglected goal in its role is a personal truth,
It should hardly come as a surprise to any who Iāve knownāconsidering how 'all of the things' are the things I postponeā I found an approach to limit all strife
So in hopes that the Buddhists were right about it, and fingers-crossed that my karmaās not all jacked to shit, Iāll be putting off any transcendence until my next life
I was five years old. So tell me why, in this memory iām in underwear out-on-the front porch and its freezing cold outside
Why? why, Iād love to. tho first knowā it wasnāt freezing, āya it was coldā but thatās the point when you are playin Pretend Polar Bear Club; it doesnāt matter if you believe me you probably donāt cuz every recollectionās dimming once itās 40 years old
and frankly it donāt matter if youāre tangled up in trauma cuz your past canāt ever be revised youāll only ever make it longer
--WAIT WAIT STOP
Iām just looking for the reason why a preschooler is gonna know about the polar bear club likeā Iām not upset nor madā just want the reason; why
well fuckā ā¦the reason why is DAD
ānothingās foreverā (āDid jāask me toā)
cleaning off a forgotten plate tried not to spill... look iām sorry nothing better than those noodles with cheese in my own realm iām like blah blah bla āawesome meā
Donāt hold us over railings! Bro and i are concerned that we wonāt survive āaw fuck it just one more time
So iāve decided that iām staying up all nightā just as long as you make certain we donāt die and the same applies to you because thereās not another person in the whole world who would introduce
his children to the back to the future trilogy
in the wrong order?
IN THE WRONG ORDER
Yeah what I said is what I mean Dad started us off with Back to the Future 3. And sure, he showed us the second movie next, but if youāve seen them you know how bonkers that is⦠Another Marty in the same timeline, explainedābut never understood in the realm of storytelling. seen them at 7 years old? How about 5?
So never the less, my brother and I were massively confused.
But lookāI get itāIām not trying to sound ungrateful Iād do anything to go back to one of those Saturday nights when mom was elsewhere and dad let us sleep downstairs on the foldout couch watching movies playing nintendo just enjoying
What the fuck happened? why is every thing so different from what my conditioning had me constantly believing? I was so fooledā¦
But that is neither here nor is it there There are so many mysteries of which I more so. care.
So howās it possible someone who never knew his dad could fit so fucking perfectly in shoes he never had the chance to wear as poster-child of his broken home, ān in front the mirror pose to declare itād be different once heād grown.
And why am I the one with such a perfect dad? When my fatherās more deserving of the ubbringing I had?
Is this making any sense to you? Because it never does to me. I guess iām just not thinking fourth dimensionally.
Tell us how youāre gonna get back your heart?
well first iām gonna put my running shoes on take a shortcut thru the neighboring lawn and when the thief comes round the corner knife drawn āwhoāoh nah, wait, i gotta answer ājust hang on allo??
Tommy , whatās wrong? Why do you sound like that?
Tiffany, what are you talkin about I barely even said helloā
Tommy!
Actually Tif, I did just have my heart stolen, do you think thatās why I sound different to you???
Why canāt I ever catch a break? and why is every new rule makinā me feel like less of myself. Why do all these people who aināt me why they always gotta try to tell me how to be? Since when do I need permission from you? I donāt need permission from you!
Just try to feel feel feel feel Just try to do something that is real real real real
Maybe itās time you just give up on all you really donāt like to do!
Iām hiring a maid to clean up my neighbors house cuz I like my house dirty!
Iām gonna hire a dentist to take out my test and make my mom brush them for me.
And as for Tiffany! Iām gonna keep dating you cuz I like you if you like me too! <3
Whoa hey, Tommyā Listen carefully. I am your voice⦠from within YOU. These are your thoughtsāThe things you just said donāt make sense. Very different stuff from what we were singing about earlier. AlsoāTifffany is your mother, not your girlfriend. Iām a little concerned, can we discuss a little bitā
NO HUSH.
Hey man, theyāre getting away with your heart!
I felt you rattling on my insidesādetermination in my core our planned traversal of the balustrade-adjacent-ledgeāand sure I was not sober anymore,
Tho Iād been peering down my high, Iād kept my focus in the sky; upon a palm treeās canopyāinviting sleepā of which my eyeād been on all week.
without sobriety no thing could stop our leap, weād sow our plummet, and hope to reap whatever remainsāless āour remainsāāremained to keep
But I could not have been more wrong, It was not a place for slumber atop those fronds, and the same for us, so I concussed, and just saw black, until you must have woke me up
and by the time my eyes had opened. I was doubling all over; my one opportunity now a second chance, The trembling gone, the fear was lanced. What I said was also my doubling, I said, ālook whoās no longer wobblingā
I said, "LOOK WHOāS NO LONGER WOBBLING"
sticks and stones may break my bones but I know nothing safer than a choice to leap into a tree from Jillās third story balcony
If you haven't seen your own rock bottom it means thereās still a ways to go pretending might deceive on paper, but the scissors run that show.
There is no shortcut when youāre learning what it feels like to fuck up so stop pretending like you got this mother fucker, you got what?
and if you shoot your shot and failure finds you thinking youāre alone then youāll be pleased to learn thatās not the case your skeleton is just unburied bones
youāre only here because your bones are not beneath the ground so rattle them, that's stability, as sound, the destination doesnāt matter just keep moving them around itās how weāre marrowing the essence of the souls to which weāre bound itās not my bones that made me sore, but itās my bones that make me sure, my skeleton is working harder than I give her credit for
Go!
I'll tell you what: Sticks and stones canāt ever break my bones. Thereās not some skeleton in me. Iām proud of all 206 these bones. This skeleton IS me.
Procrastinating when I should have been brushing your hair
And now Iām constantly an echo reassuring you I care.
But youāre not there. You're not there? Itās not fair. Itās not fair?
I overheard them say to you that Iām a fuckupāand itās trueāthough itās not for any of reasons they were telling youā
And I would regret every single thing I ever said that I only spoke in my own head āand never to you as like the least that I could doā except I think you heard me anyway
did you hear anyway? did them anyway?
(you think about all these cigarettes?)