monica s.

always wanted
to go to that
modern art thing
in miami.

you look like some broad i know. i...

you're the best,

ive dreamedabout you baby
there is a lostness
for thinking about you
come the morning
everythoing os gone

working for where you been
a certain longing
up and down the state pen
mourning for the ground
tearing mountains down

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woke up on your lawn
afraid to make you think
that i'm anything else
besides this \/
Confucius say that

winter fashion

khaki calamari olive garden attire

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i'd like to see you cry

play the
strings
one last
time
say hurray
one last
time

there is
a sunshine
shining in your
heart
even though
you're gone
i can still
feel your heart

self portrait

time to febreeze
that hole out

put the fire out
quit smoking cigarettes
while you sleep about

fuckn shit all out
wave your flag about


cumstained mindbrain snout

The world is your beaver.

i'm gonna do all i can for my landlord

im swallowing all the warm
apple pie scent that i can handle

there is a thanksgiving for riding
little ponies in your brain

a grand entrance for all the
things that you thought of before

if there is freedom then i can smell it
its alright in the ring around here

empty shot

grew up grazing at a pornography day camp
wasted while spending time wanting to wilt
without the feeling of pain just the spirit
clenching the heart of motherfuckers