(2013)
My soul is young My soul is old My soul reflects Atomic gold. And over lives
I deserve to be alive But I deserve to be alone, I trim the hair of God As if it were my own. It is not.
I have a canker sore from some dirty whore that I kissed before so long ago when I used to be pure.
I am now In the midst of shaping shifts into riddled bits of cryptic myths
I’ve crowned The Mighty Never in… For if and when are where I’ve al… To hang the Hows and crucify the… An oath I’ll take to ev’ry grave… The idlest illness in any patient;
the animals and bugs are my though… crawling and sliding and writhing, running and screaming everywhere in every direction—wherever they w… all at once.
I was sick with experience, Hungover from too much time. And there she appeared. Clear. I hadn’t before seen her never,
I have been in a thousand houses that have dining rooms that are never used. When I look into the river— My reflection is refused.
He knows so much now that he no longer understands. He’s seen every different thing and held them all in his hands. He’s examined every angle.
I’m a professional acid caster. A fucking disaster. I feel so alive when I’m killing the american drea… They made me stand
Unless they want them to bake and… In the nuclear waves of this fake… To decay in a world their parents… Oh, to be young, and truly afraid. So fuck Fukushima and ignore the…
She makes a tree full of birds tha… All start chirping to themselves a… The sound remains the same but the… She’s not synchronized with the pa… Her thoughts are like rockets that…
Means Absolutely nothing To me. Always has. Always will.
Raping paper and wasting ink Attempting to bag the bubbles I think, Or thunk—but I stunk or I think—that I stink—
Someday the Earth will open with… To eat its own and save itself fro… This murk we shape from life is va… We bow our heads to the shame we e… You see—you know—and yet you drive…
