bold thoughts in the year of 1995.
have you seen Santa or Jesus anywhere in the mass of unrecognizable faces pressed against the glass heart--foggy idea of window and reflections are permanently suspended above the ground. i have three hearts for the taking--
i've felt the coolness of the bricks and the burns that the paint leaves on my eyes. white, chipped, and angled just enough to explode and shatter my final vocal corrrrr--DUH.
it was her or the romantic idea that slit my wrists thru and played snake games w/the veins in the sideyard while i watched flashback funerals of puppy and innocent fun dragged thru the rosebushes.
how you fuck w/me, old mind. it's the old mind beside an old soul that work together to decipher these postcards:
01. Kentucky.
02.America.
03. Asylum.
let us prepare for a benediction, a grave robbing, an appetizer, a smoke, a smile, and a sleep.
we will feel better when the years are behind us and only in movie stills/nostalgia (copulating) they are illuminated on the wall of the mind.
dear friend, hold me and eat me.
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how woeful and full of despair i sound. but it's all just the Aquafina talking....
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new hair photos coming soon. i promise.
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happy weekend everyone!
have you seen Santa or Jesus anywhere in the mass of unrecognizable faces pressed against the glass heart--foggy idea of window and reflections are permanently suspended above the ground. i have three hearts for the taking--
i've felt the coolness of the bricks and the burns that the paint leaves on my eyes. white, chipped, and angled just enough to explode and shatter my final vocal corrrrr--DUH.
it was her or the romantic idea that slit my wrists thru and played snake games w/the veins in the sideyard while i watched flashback funerals of puppy and innocent fun dragged thru the rosebushes.
how you fuck w/me, old mind. it's the old mind beside an old soul that work together to decipher these postcards:
01. Kentucky.
02.America.
03. Asylum.
let us prepare for a benediction, a grave robbing, an appetizer, a smoke, a smile, and a sleep.
we will feel better when the years are behind us and only in movie stills/nostalgia (copulating) they are illuminated on the wall of the mind.
dear friend, hold me and eat me.
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how woeful and full of despair i sound. but it's all just the Aquafina talking....
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new hair photos coming soon. i promise.
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happy weekend everyone!
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omega668:
word up homie
menotyou:
I don't actually have hemorrhoids. Thank god for that. However I do have Asteroids in my pants. Not the rockthe video game. Yeaaah baby.