Pure Life
Damage the door where you came
going back in time
All the fuck journeys in the magic
fragile and permanent stain
Drawers filled with answers
too poor for a beat to dance to
(Drinking the TV static
eating the fucks can’t have it)
Found a few rabbits in the street
hawk eating pigeons
trapped in visions of little children
hidden in walking corpses overridden
remorse sucked out by new acquisitions
duck duck goose is your position
amputee Bradley
thoughts are Milton
With Her
Grimey tai-chi living beside me, breathing in sign see leave bulldogs behind me
horrific convulsions wrinkling emotional consumption
Vain feign trite blubbering the same plight, losing the spotlight
grungy skittles and rock fights
Sweet 16
Lullaby a way inside
it’s a heavy beat so ride
into danger with a stranger
get a glimpse into the wind
try to think with all the din
help knows no…
Left a loser with his mommy
off to call this baller daddy
two OEs and plenty of trees
in the back seat of his caddy
