I’ve got headaches and bad luck
God hit reset,
And the latest trend is dead.
We all know what the water does to you in PJ.
Or maybe it’s just a compulsive thing.
The days from hell always shine the brightest.
Tragic lightning striking.
Are you happy now?
The numbing and the dulling,
With the pain of realization that it’s back.
Bad day is an understatement.
Hate me, loathe me, fear me,
No worries, I feel that way too.
-I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with such wit without a conscience equipped?-
Detox just to retox, people.
Peroxide princess shine like shark teeth
Maybe you hate,
Maybe you love the way it feels,
The attention going to your head is facing the wrong way,
But the boys know how to heed it
And we come full-circle to embracing our roles of hero, idiot, villain.
The latter being lonely and un-medicated.
Weeks turn into days,
Days become one,
A dusk and a dawn,
It stretches and bends,
Bleeding together,
Especially the sleepless ones,
Or even the medicated ones.
It’s still Thursday.
Head like a steel trap
Confabulations to the malingerers but the purpose has God written all over it.
And your pseudologia fantastica is jacking and repeating, full of mediocrity.
Oh empty vessel, tame that tongue.
Save it for his hips with your lips.
In the land of desolate dreams.
This day needs a dulling,
Time to get numb.
Don’t bother, you’re too
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Just so you know, you’ll never know.
You were the last good thing about this part of town. – GTA.
Music for Strippers, Hookers and the Odd-On Looker
summer long ago
astride, you glide and cry
open faced,
