| you want to burn down every house you ever lived in
because nothing could mean more to you than the place you have now.
but when that front door slams the echo irons your shirts in a stiff way.
dust meanders from hidden places
like some night winter scene
taking her time to hit the surfaces she was predestined land
she smells like grandmas ought to.
your history: a cloud
grey and brewing
constipated memory of the good times.
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- "when i go out people will notice."
"how will people notice?", he said
(but we're not talking about night clubs
we are talking about sleeping forever...)
-"i like to think when i see my blue veins i am some super hero
and my blood is unstoppable because its rare and blue..."
"you are no different than anyone else little boy... grow up...", she said.
it seems most will be a drop of water to the ocean, a spark amidst an erupting volcano,
a flake of snow falling in the north pole...
in a word: ordinary.
i would make outer space white as snow...
i would make stars black as .hope. in the nineteen thirties.
all of existence would be milk and oreo crumbs...
the dark eggplant sun would never shine
and most everyone would be radiating and unique.........
one day... you'll have a really depressing life i am sorry space is black as hell.
one day... open your eyes. dont wait too long.
one day... motherearth will swallow us up..."welcome home child...welcome home"
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black death
your lips on my back
be the black death of me
black death
need no more vision
hindsight moving back in front of me
black death
i sleep well at night
the knowledge that you in some way wish you were me
black death
everything
a wormhole in the black chest of me
black death
an emptyness
you somehow fill in the rest of me
black death...
your lips on my back
be the black death of me
your lips on my back
be my black destiny
black death******************
outerspace... be the carnation in my black spacestation
be the cold wraping yourself all around me...outerspace
be my outerspace and fill me with wonder and amazement
come lay in my bed and wonder where all the days went.
gumby.pokey.blockhead...blockhead.
blockhead.
blockhead.
you are a dangerous mouth all venom and no teeth.
you are a dangerous mouth all venom and no teeth. smile
you are a dangerous mouth all venom and no teeth.
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| (crazy mexican computers.) currently listening to:
hilmar orn hilmarson: colours.
she is a prison break
and i am the innocent
i have dreamed of her forever...
there is nothing about her that i have not contempleted
there is nothing about her that i am not thinking of right now...
she consumes my every thought.
she is the .hope. that left my sheets on the mat and not carefully
wraped, dangling tight in the rafters...she is .hope.
her soft whisper is freedom...
in this cold jail cell...her freedom makes me warm...
exicution is tomorrow...
come quickly sweet girl.
(ohh my god i miss you)**
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| - its bigger than hip hop
sails west
creeky bow
(remember not to stare
at the reflection of the sun setting
behind you...
it will take your sight-)
manoverboard
they said you'd never make it |
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| - milk
MAY 6 at 7:00 MABEE-GERRER MUSEUM
bring everyone you know .love. and hate...even people you dont know .love. or hate
its time now
hacksaws to the breast-bone
this is the easiest way
the dirt road short cut to your heart...
and i am taking it
tambourines and a hard bass line
tapping my foot but this boy is triste
why
the answer is napping behind those eyes
no one wants to be the alarm clock to a sleeping giant
so i am throwing my self on the ground
just keep napping
bass line foot tapping
now smashing
sleep.
if your hour glass body needs fixing
this glass blower will go to work
and make time stop between shoulders and hips
all you will find of sand from now on is what you
wash from your hair
after lying on our backs tracing constellations
and shaking hands with hermit crabs and making them
feel a little more socially confident they'll apply for name changes
for something a little more ... outgoing
the hourglass from this moment on will no longer be a symbol of time
but rather a monument to your beauty
every other shape in a jealous fit will retire
geometry classes will become much easier
and will no longer be taught as mathematics
but get crammed in with the romantics in high school and college courses
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