So much things to say just feed it
aesthetic fetish like a reddit tranny
Let us break the rock shit together jock we got the biggest dicks
Uber void of hunger games trying to get sick or forget it
How many rips before the grips get loose on reality
stick to formalities runt bag take a quick gag on this fist
Leek it on me
kill the feed
suck the lie
on a bended knee
Re re that snap snap
Circuit all in tolu suits you crip wrap
Buyin dumbs in faker trumbles
Cause to laid sew me me runnitcha
Shave down another crown
Next species take down
Anaesthetic, just regret it
Fiend, walled up your falling credit
Give give give give give give give
Give give give give come get some
Planet fucker, tasty sucker make me suffer
Let’s cum
Holding on to make sure the slipping happens gradually. The cashier looks suspicious.
Letting go, falling into her breast. The meat of frailty and chasm of strength. Back to my nest. Rooster don’t lay no eggs. No sir. Rooster don’t lay no mothafuckin’ eggs.
Vomiting rainbows all over your plain clothes, the days turn to play-doh. See, hear, can’t explain though.
Holding on to something physical, keep reality in check. Sometimes letting go is nice too. There’s more than one way to stay true.
Hold.
Broken pets taste better fresh
getting wetter from the damage it’s heavy handed
sit there branded and a mess
talk talk talk it’s all
what you want you got it
make it shake narcotic
Beer batter flake
fucking jake
Stay out the paint or get bloody
flying teeth and tongues cutting
Lyeah Lyeah Lyeah
Get so sick from lying snakes, they’re harmless
stab their grill with metal steaks
rusty red crusty bed time makes it musty
flip flap concussed stomp cray cray cray all your guts
pick bones get ripped vacate quick and then bust
Pie flavored drippings leaking out of the core
Young precious bloodlust creeps back in for more
Give give give give give give give give give give grave
Blooming up from saprotrophs, words come down from Noor
Contracts in upheaval leaving branches behind
Quaker meeting at the sprouting seedlings of St. Augustine
Enveloping, caressing, breathing glazed ginger
Adding today to the end of next winter
A little girl walks into oncoming traffic foiling the plans of a suicidal pigeon. Anger resonates in a symphonic cacophony of car-horns and melancholy abandon as those little wings flutter back up high into the pale blue feelings of complacency. Monday, he tells himself. Monday.
