heatherisaboynow

Was talking to Rosanna earlier and I was saying how in college I pitched an idea for a band name (Nazi Babies) and I insisted it was because I was fixated on an idea I couldn’t quite move past (quite common among autistic people), and that I thought it would be somehow ok, she insisted it was white privilege. Nobody really told me better.

Anyway,...
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The ground under your feet is alive
She says, “baby walk my way,”
Talk me into loving you
Say sweet words I never knew

We’ve been stalling for miles
This is the rhythm of the road

When I was a boy I didn’t expect
My words would gain me any respect
As a man, I’ve seen the world come to life
I’ve seen my body...
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Maybe you’re the sensitive type and get upset a lot. You’re happily minding your own business, checking your social media for stimulation and you read a news story that makes you angry. Then your comment causes a shit storm and you are called a snowflake.

So what, man?

Hey, every snowflake is unique. I’d rather be a snowflake than say, a robot.

It’s really not...
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A blank canvas

Learning how to live
In tomorrow’s shadow
Listen to the echoes
Your heart beats in a chamber
Longing for a well wisher
Beside your grotty manger

Time will form you
To be one with the angels
You don’t know them
They’re only strangers

But there’s something in their nature
That you can’t read
There’s something in your silhouette
That they can’t see...
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We’re going to the land of elves. Come now, we’ll take the Spruce Goose. Hop in 🔫

When I was a boy, when the scissor outgrew the stare, I needed something, to make it all seem fair. I was troubled and lost, but I had one thing, a vision of you, and a finger for a ring. I knew if hope was gone, one day I’d find you, then you’d fill my heart with love, this was something I knew. Then when...
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‘The Snake Withdrew’

His speech was made for many, too few
In the dungy earth the snake withdrew
Tall green lashers standing brittle but firm
From atop the tower the bird saw the worm.

Apparently, if you were born between 1985 and 2015, you are of the millennial generation.

I was born in ‘87, so that makes me borderline. There’s no known cure or treatment. All the psychedelics won’t help me now.

I caught myself saying I ugly cried the other day. It’s getting worse!!