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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
we're not kids anymore.
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access to excess
debating stating text
regrets in all the pen strokes
I focus on the next
what will be more complex
or will it be less?
I confess (!)
this is all a test..
as intrinsic begets to steps
my brain is a concession
to drugs & concussions.
it was a bless
the rest in just catalyst
I just want to be at my best
withering to rest
(blackouts)
I act out and back down
failing at what I do next
trailing the steps to plan dip outs & cash rounds
or stay focused & build what I need too
vaugebook
truth is in-between the lines any-who
whom had such lines beget /behoove
truth be told I speed through
green jewels
we only feed who we can
or need
to.
loose in the collar
frivolous with the dollar.
but who isn't.
2 k 88
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finger cybernetics in 2k88
I dance on graves dressed as human combustibility
I got half in the solemn divorce...a had for a half
we smashed both.
'Its that time though-new says the law.
brake bracket with robert in the skyline definer
hes talking basketball
im thinking about absolutely nothing
staring at the light as it passes through the prisim
prison pyramid tattoos on the ________
realer thing about it means IM just
,,,,,,,,,depressed man.
no real way to talk it out (walk it out)
squash it out like an infection
aggressive discretion
circumnavigating sub-terrania
quiet for somnolence
acquisition
I want its fucking essence.
I am decadence in its blessings.
drain me of these angelic visions. let me lay never in question.
Concrete angel bruised by the elements
Rooms filled with elephants...love in the lore
More and more I find myself looking for warmth
Ways to be better while engulfed in flames
Mornings of horror.
fingers like fire in a row of daises
desperatly tying to fit the ash in my coat pocket
“ a real stash I think”
as I make my unnoticeable exit through the back door
(shit I needed cash back) this bus wont catch itself
I guess Ill smoke a couple cigarettes and walk north.
out into the great unkown-blow way out of peportions by televisions and gift shops
plot my burial in this stabucks
wish...no praise the luck
pray for rain...not just bucks
they’ll all be kindling by the time were finished here anyway
Presses should have McDonald's style mascots
ur an american treasure
like some sort of half ravished dog I devoured on,&on in red fog
until the piano blocked the natural sun and the general hum of the house that had sat for months
I'm cornered off///feeling like I'm in
that weird 90s remake of "romeo & Juliet"
except literally the only reason is its ascetics
I let off some sort of half hearted pen stroke that fell into a mumble
until it gets brought up /wiped up/fumbled
(its nothing)goalline(its nothing)
It rarely ever is in this glass house of gas,hoses & prisms
so fixated on pension & staying out of prison
like smiles,denial,catchphreases;theunwaveringdeserire toscreamlikefuckinghell
coming forth into vision
its a sail
I get back to my perky smile and snide comments,take my drugs to dial down my threat level
legal or not
I levitate towards this shapeliness
this makeshift light I find gratuitous.
the talk of peace gruesome
thought of war or not I felt wholesome for the first time (ever)
but scared & covered in ulcers
pulses roll over clever
like levers unlocked from pressure (I denounced on,&on)
until the fever shakes we're in this together
& I mean close enough to kiss or stab one another
I talk to my mother as we turn closer to god
I think of nothing as I fall further from actual talk
like disassociating in a grocery aisle having a petite detox
with a conscious that's spiking itself
with cough medicine & anti-anxiety medication
all thought & an ego that's all walk
Faulkner books burn to keep me warm as I nod off into the light covered miasma
wills written in chalk so they can wash away into the potholes & flashfloods
sewer gators have dreams to-I shall forever feast under moons
Mame and tide me over like some sort of solider...or hobo...these days aloud are one in the same
this conscious thought would be a vacation...but I am complacent
all that's left is a break from the life to reevaluate my thoughts
its a pastry and pharmmy day
I keep trying to die but im living life at its peak anyway.
slimer
I wander these twilight hours showered in power
could this be the morning I thrive
gliding past the fines,finessed blinds...the rhymes that lend themself
so thoughtfully-so selflessly
selfishly I belt out prophecies of dichotomies
I understand nothing for I am everything
I wonder how these soured feelings turned to cowardance
why my soul feels like its teething
why my nose is bleeding.
shes in all white laying on my bed being the american treasure she is
even in these days of concentration camps & an endless wave of od’s
I wonder how long we will breathe.
leave me a few of those before you go
you know my anxiety has been killing me,
stressing over lessening the impact I was born to feed.
freed minds are still constricted by time
if that sort of construct still disrupts lies
youre fine. youre fine. youre fine.
watching tron while dreaming of ghostbusters 2.
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hometown heroes on parades in their placation
another stay-cation with no phone calls home
beatnik irony finding its way to loans
its so posh to be boneless.
toxic motives towards the lowends
like these summits of exhumations
high end fashion on skeletons
dying to fit in.
I spin it again
another cigarette-no use to the distance
Ill either die or I wont-I've never been good with endings.
lending this flesh out to live again
wearing this stretched out shit my old girl used to sleep in
softness
red lights in the office.
daunting moments of exhaustion
this is the magic I’am lost in.
sink
twilight accented by storm clouds
full of doubt I stare off into the distance
lit cigarette...pensive
maxed out savings accounts-no pensions.
visions of missions not fully intended
but I am limitless...Iam my testament
through the depths of my soul I am symptoms
I am symphonies.
Simply living would get the best of me
I need to run,breathe & bleed.
simply giving my soul is enough for me
lost on lonely roads-reminiscing on goals.
I think,more than anything I wanted to be loved
but for years I thought it must be through someone
its a struggle to learn to give yourself hugs.
Lemme write your obituary
between the pylons
Pocket full of booooooonnnneeesssssssss
No closer to the grind’.
Makeshift parlays I call home
An ease to the mind
The mime of the every day
Never on the loan
Basement full of clones
Desk full of dones (you’re fine)
It’s like a cover two zone
With line backers like these-there’s always holes
I send it on a blitz
No negative yardage though.
Flocks in the dome of so many Sunday mornings
All by your lonesome
Imaginary strengths lead to lows.
Sell high /stay high
Realism in folds
It’s not always about touchdowns
Sometimes it’s about field goals