why did my fish have to die?
The tea leaves say the strangest things
Another smoky fall weekend, all covered in sauce. All the cats out sniffing noses to the ground. Wrapped in wool. The world concentration, at least the stares were warm. Fire every where, shootings right down the block. Who could ask for more. Some of the most beautiful women on earth were almost.
Was the crowd adoring?
I must be a fan?
I hate it when people just don't understand. So I smoke something more. Does it really matter what? Green blunted disappointment sitting in the dark reconciling. The air was pushing down against. The shit that never is going to ever arrive never does. But it doesn't really matter much anymore anyways. Lately I have been thinking a lot about nothing important. Watching the patterns spin. I do this every time, but i would not be able to change anything correctly.
Twisted I am walking down the street alone. Impossible to not notice, but too mean to say anything nice I look at ground.
Christ, first work discovered I am intelligent and now they have discovered I am an asshole.
No rest for the wicked I would guess. But fuck it right, I should get promoted for shit like that.
Got a hair cut again, seasonal. Time to die my hair black to look like the evil one that I feel, the point of sorrow is back.
Why must I always explain myself, I really don't have the much to say. But apparently whenever I open my mouth it offends someone somewhere on this little god forsaken earth.
I think if I could be anybody, I would like to be the lace on that belt just below the waistline. Its drunk late at night again. Rambling weaving, but grounded in the crumbled dirt.
I have a millions thing I was going to do this weekend. But time being the cruel bitch that ages my face refused to let me do any of it.
So there it is, if you squint just right while looking at the sun you can almost see the future. Get used to the fact that you are no longer growing. As time is always expanding outward it would seem that each step towards death brings me farther back in time. Soon I believe I will be smuggling bootleg across the border shooting anything that moves regardless of immigration status.
Feeling like a fat cow who is chewing her cud, over and over again.
Why did my fish have to die? maybe he is just sleeping, like I should be right now.
The tea leaves say the strangest things
Another smoky fall weekend, all covered in sauce. All the cats out sniffing noses to the ground. Wrapped in wool. The world concentration, at least the stares were warm. Fire every where, shootings right down the block. Who could ask for more. Some of the most beautiful women on earth were almost.
Was the crowd adoring?
I must be a fan?
I hate it when people just don't understand. So I smoke something more. Does it really matter what? Green blunted disappointment sitting in the dark reconciling. The air was pushing down against. The shit that never is going to ever arrive never does. But it doesn't really matter much anymore anyways. Lately I have been thinking a lot about nothing important. Watching the patterns spin. I do this every time, but i would not be able to change anything correctly.
Twisted I am walking down the street alone. Impossible to not notice, but too mean to say anything nice I look at ground.
Christ, first work discovered I am intelligent and now they have discovered I am an asshole.
No rest for the wicked I would guess. But fuck it right, I should get promoted for shit like that.
Got a hair cut again, seasonal. Time to die my hair black to look like the evil one that I feel, the point of sorrow is back.
Why must I always explain myself, I really don't have the much to say. But apparently whenever I open my mouth it offends someone somewhere on this little god forsaken earth.
I think if I could be anybody, I would like to be the lace on that belt just below the waistline. Its drunk late at night again. Rambling weaving, but grounded in the crumbled dirt.
I have a millions thing I was going to do this weekend. But time being the cruel bitch that ages my face refused to let me do any of it.
So there it is, if you squint just right while looking at the sun you can almost see the future. Get used to the fact that you are no longer growing. As time is always expanding outward it would seem that each step towards death brings me farther back in time. Soon I believe I will be smuggling bootleg across the border shooting anything that moves regardless of immigration status.
Feeling like a fat cow who is chewing her cud, over and over again.
Why did my fish have to die? maybe he is just sleeping, like I should be right now.
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