the pipe.

I'm not afraid of death, but goddamn is dying/watching death gonna suck.

mugshot = highschool profile, whatever.

Deja Vu pinpoint..GOD I miss that stupid game.

She

You looked better in my ideal.

That damned scar on your neck would impress a flake but not so much a father.

Light goes one way and obscures shitty low-life shadows.

I'm bored.

I'll smoke a cigarette in the alley with you if you agree to dump me there forever.

Have fun.

Everything is gonna suck more later.

Leave me alone.

Dead metal, dancing to the tone of a note that forgot how to give a fuck.

Wearing a dead horse's leash.

There was that time I told you to

go to hell

& you said you'd already been there.

So I told you to go back.

You tore me in half, so don't ask for favors.

I'm a mama's boy because my mother loves me as much as I love her.

You hate me for being a mama's boy because your mother abandoned you.

you jealous zealot

Have fun in the clink every now and again.

I gave you a chance at the 'normal' life and you wiped your ass with it.

So I'll see you where you apparently have always been

and where you will appropriately return to,

you awful shit stain.

Another thing I can't take with me. A vision of beauty. A slab of steak.

You're polished glass.

Beauty.

Running your wet finger around the rim -

toying, playful.

Dammit, just shatter my heart/

my ears.

Get it over with.

I wanna swim with live buzz-saws.

I want to lick that AC outlet.

We need to taste True Voltage.

The pinballs are all pregnant

rolling thru a neon hell

that a bored loser created

and I'm dropping another quarter

hoping not to tilt too far.

Is she a juke or a game?

Who cares?

I'm still awake.

Certain Sandstorms

I have no idea what I'm doing here.

There's a load of beer

and I can hear hell knocking

on constant's wall.

Problem is, when I help her move the bed

my gut growls

and reminds me how long I've leased it

to client named Rot.

the pit

the bottom

the burn

the love

the longing

the regret

Oh, to chase a tail-

like a dog

woof, woof.

My emptiness is of global proportions

and your fulfillment is a digit

solitary, willful

your own heart in hand, bleeding

epic in standard.

Over my shoulder we go -

if you survive the dry air and potato sack

its

WELCOME TO THE OASIS

August 14

Im in love with her too

but that doesnt mean I like her

I wish this was a book of matches and not my ear bleeding.

but i still want control..