You get to this point of life
and you feel like you've stopped chasing
you have what you need and you want for nothing...
but that's not enough
you want for the wanting
you need to feel something other than safe
something other than comfortable
even if it means fucking up a little
even if it means bringing it all down

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some days you wake up bleeding whiskey
everything's dead or dieing
some days you want to rip off your opposable thumbs and crawl back into the ocean
no reason
The wind blows the blackbirds back and forth,
on and off the frontage road,
like dead leaves
never could get the hang of novembers

Your mind grinds to a halt ( Read more... )

robbing the past's grave ( Read more... )

Torn into pieces
and I can't believe this
the past becomes a dream
I can't remember
If I break my head on this wall
will break, will it all
come rushing back to me
the way you never will
I can't escape this
it's all out of place
The words I don't say
mean nothing at all
The way I feel means nothing
The way I don't feel anything...
I can't stop this

I am a gallon of gasoline
inert, I am foul, shapless
gimmie a little spark, a little friction
toss me that half lit smoke
I'll burn you alive

He sat on his porch in the midday heat smoking the last cigarette of a long weekend. Nobody home. Nobody but him. These were the times you had to be careful about, the times where big thoughts crept in, made their way to the front of the mind. The stream of conscious began to take down a path he'd been down many times..."I should be asleep by ( Read more... )