I’m gonna ghost ride this experime… straight into a wormhole. I don’t know where it leads and I almost don’t care— (I was raised on hide and seek,

(a place not here nor in dreams) the devil rips up clouds like god rips up souls like people here on earth rip through telephone poles.

I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.

Crossing your horizon of evidence Existing painfully within design— Down to the last crass moment of s… Suspending in this blacked-out min… You did your best at how you don’t…

When security is lax that’s when you move. They say you can run but you can’t hide— but you know the truth:

(Mother, Don’t Read This.) On days overcast when the rain is… And the queen doesn’t growl in her… I’m so here in the now—so here in… Like when I was young, just first…

Falling off the bottom of your bli… unkempt and lost like a fart in th… crucifying the dip clinging to you… kids hang their cellphone bills on… Your fridge is covered in crappy a…

Shams in stark raving silence peek… chewing the rubber Fillings that f… finish those limiting transactions… i wouldn’t care more for the Door… in tune With so many songs on this…

Raising light and reversing diffid… Proves a puzzling endeavor in nobl… Its compulsive plume wafts over th… Laid low and beholden to rebellion… Show me your values! Your colors…