you'e so funny, cause youre just like me and i dont like myself
do you see the problem?
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you'e so funny, cause youre just like me and i dont like myself
do you see the problem?
saying goodbyes again
maybe in a few months--
it seems like the last time we can chase the past
its foolish, its tiring
id only want to chase it with you
now itās chicago. you screwed me, iām without a home, without a life, without everything iām supposed to have. the prey fights every day to stay alive, theyāre always so tired.
everything has been said. there is nothing else.
it tastes like water. maybe it is
the film on my face
my face⦠my.. face..
recommitted to the interpretation
that i am in my right direction
stumbling aimlessly but forward
slowly accumulating my self..
molasses trickling down a hiking trail
it is soft. and it hurts so bad
we are just inching along moving closer slowly
picking up
it is dry. it hurts.
ghostly hare
to sharpen the knife on the cheap sink edge, to beat back the ghosts i clawed at the shower drain until my nails bled. scour at the stain only to put it right back. two shirts on my back, receipt after receipt tossed on the floor, nothing is ever clean. is she listening? can she hear us?Ā
biting my clothes to keep from screaming taking pills to keep from dreaming i want to break something important i want to kick my dad in the shins i was referring to the present in past tense it was the only way that I could survive it iĀ want to close my head in the car door i want to sing this song like I'm dying heavy boots on my throat, I need i need something soon i need something soon I can't talk to my folks, I need i need something soon i need something soon all of my fingers are froze, I need iĀ need something soon I need something soon only one change of clothes, I need i need something soon i need something soon my head is, my head is, my head is stay inside all this winter filling out forms from a working printer i want to talk like Raymond Carver (An advertisement cries out) i want to turn down the goddamn tv ("He should have gone to Jared's") binging on the latest sitcom feeling guilty every second it's on i want to put my foot through a window (I document my mind loss) I want to romanticize my headfuck (Through instruments of wordplay) heavy boots on my throat, I need iĀ need something soon i need something soon i can't talk to my folks, I need iĀ need something soon i need something soon all of my fingers are froze, I need I need something soon I need something soon only one change of clothes, I need I need something soon iĀ need something soon. my head is, my head is, my head is my head is, my head is, my head is
i am muted
everyone is leaving me
i am on mute, at least
halfway down
itās all just forward
itās fate
i am looking down at my feet while i walk
it was a fake good day, a limbo day
cutting through red tape. my scissors are dull my arms are weak. all these obstacles prevent my objective, but thereās no story.
my life is cake. sliced into the layers of fondant, the blue edible paint slathered on thick. sticks holding it up.
the threw all my eggs into my basket. the yolk dripped through the wicker, the runny membrane collected dust and dirt from the crevices and corners. what a rotten basket, what a forceful throw, what a huge mistake.
the smell fills my nose without warning, without permission. nothing outweighs it, nothing outsmarts it, nothing beats it. i turn my head and escape it slightly- it always creeps back. up my nose, right through to my brain. is it just the scent of the city? shall i move again? is it something in my room iāve glossed over? is there no escape? can i run away?