dylan-rodrigue
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2 decades (Everythings Okay)
2 decades and it almost feels like another midlife crisis / My head was too big to come out of mommy's ****** / Letter C in the stomach, out pops the baby covered in muck
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May 14, 2012
BURST
uncontrollable splatter! I cannot hold in the ball of black accumulating growth any longer / EXPLOSION! my body is now all over the room / thoughts are the trigger. one after another.
9
Jul 24, 2012
dodge ball
you hear the same words I say but they mean something completely different than what you think / complement becomes attack, love pat becomes slap in the face / now one drink becomes ***** run
6
Jul 1, 2012
Do the Death Plop
Give me something. What is this? **** me up. / White as the powder filling the void of your nostrils. / Light, light, light it up. A serge of energy KERRPLOP!!! let's ****
9
May 14, 2012
From A to B
If only all these perfect words that I have been tearing my hairs out to find, would stumble off my tongue, out of my mouth and fly through the air to land safely in your ears. A mutual moment of absolute understanding. / But those words, those perfect beautiful words are getting trapped on the roof of my mouth and what comes out on the other end is a message incomplete. / It's like telephone.
5
May 13, 2012
"Give it your all, kid"
Give it your all, kid / It's the lesson you learn when all the love you took for granted withers and ultimately dies / But... Give it your all? one of those stupid phrases you hear and wish they'd just shut the **** up
8
May 25, 2012
HA HA HA
we laugh. / but we don't forget. / it's all up there.
6
May 18, 2012
Missing
Is it you that I'm missing or am I missing myself? / Always hanging on to something while distracted by something else / Got a message from God, he said, "BE YOURSELF"
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May 13, 2012
naughty, naughty
It's the cookies in the cookie jar / I want that which makes me feel naughty, like I'm doing something wrong / A sudden ****** of lustful pleasure, then quietly placing the cap back on the glass
5
May 24, 2012
ReMinder (This is Om)
stop and breathe again. something we forget. / everythings okay. everythings okay. e-ver-eee-thing-z o-kaay / the mantra rings like a church bell hanging from my arm.
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May 18, 2012
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