gotta werk at 1.
the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position requiring less than flinty mass appeal or foolish petty theft. there is no known innocence in my steps. there are great gouting waterfalls in my mind. my wings are pared down, now, so they don't smash the state and flip over peoples teacups as i sleep and they watch and study my patterns.
the apparent fuzzy greyness of awareness is a blooming mustard gas cloud of too much coffee, man. or maybe not enuff.
blessed is she who shanks her ballz and goes playing in the ruff.
ow, shit, you didn't have to hit me, i'm sorry, i'll get up now...
the sun is up and out now, proudly.
flares of yesterday scorch my now.
my mouth feels and tastes ancient from the beer. the steel in my reserve.
you mthrfckrs should know better than to anoint such a violent headcase to any position requiring less than flinty mass appeal or foolish petty theft. there is no known innocence in my steps. there are great gouting waterfalls in my mind. my wings are pared down, now, so they don't smash the state and flip over peoples teacups as i sleep and they watch and study my patterns.
the apparent fuzzy greyness of awareness is a blooming mustard gas cloud of too much coffee, man. or maybe not enuff.
blessed is she who shanks her ballz and goes playing in the ruff.
