jesus style.jesus style.jesus style.
it's pouring, two in the morning, and i'm on the highway,
jesus style.
it's funny, because i am waiting to die. patiently,
i listen for the
high-pitched sound of a car coming. because of the doppler effect. or something.
nothing.
i start to talk to myself, like i always do when i'm
alone. who else? is going to coach me through this? rambling, i play ghandi, i play satan, i play god. (with a lowercase g. so there.)
i listen to the rasp of my tired vo
so heavy.so heavy.so heavy.
these dreary
weeks. drag on because we are all caught up in this monotonous game of Hide and Seek, or Cops and Robbers, or Mortals and God.
i weigh my hands and thoughts and walk with my eyes closed, because one day i decided they were too heavy
to lift.
panic, please i had a summer like an apple.panic, please
once plucked, ripe with promise, it had nothing left to become but withered skin over chalky bones. i remember showering twice a day because i felt human. i felt dirty and -impure- . i would be walking down a familiar grey road and suddenly my world closed up like a picture in a worm-hole. and suddenly, the birds are shrieking my skin is crawling help! there is a train coming hellfire! is falling from the sky my head is spinning my eyes are tapdancing will somebody please get off my chest. i cant bre
age is bittersweet.
A big thank you for your super quick fave of my latest spot of nonsense. Always really appreciated.
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Bunga louie lee
Said the monkey to the flea
It wasn't much to say
But it passed the time away
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