You're single
cause you’re not going
to sell
yourself short and
settle.
For anyone,
that doesn’t see you
as.
the mother *******,
beautifully-bound
to perfection,
<3 & soul.
That’s all stitched up
& sewed up in
one life-size,
skin coated,
beautiful, body bag.
Forget about.
**** whatever  
they said about you
in high school.
You’re better than bullies.
& The lies they spread
virally about you.
Now is your time,
to shine and
shut those
**** talking haters up!
Prove them wrong.
& Watch their jaws drop
down to their knees.
Keep shining brighter
than the sunlight.
Keep shining like
the star you
******* are.
Don’t, you
ever let them shut your confidence
In yourself off.


<3<3<3<3<3
If you ever need a friend.
You have Bandit & The Love Cult.
The world *****, we get it.
Let's change it.
<3 The Love Cult.

If you call for her,
she will always come
to greet you with a
haunting hello.
She can ****
your newly bought
full strength camera batteries
with one beyond the grave blow.
Her touch is like death
and Lucy is doing
a lil' tap dance on
her right shoulder.

She just wants you to stay out of the cemetery.
Stay out of her cemetery.
Out of her way.

Electrical Ghosts.
I'm glad that you
didn't have to fade
out of life
on support.
I feel sorry,
for all the new technologic ghosts.
Electrically wired into a circuit board of uncertainty and doubt.
That represent you in a series of
up
down,
up,
down,
down lines
that pace about
the pixilated to pharmaceutical perfection,
screened monitor
above your hospitol bed.

Meet My best friend,
His name is Billy Blue.
He gave the gift of inspiration
to the black and blue haired.
Uninspired Bandit.
Happy Birthday calendar,
I'm twenty now.
I've got about a year or so to make this work
or else
I'm going to have to strip my way through
beauty school.
I don't want to have
to be a part time ******* either,
I'd rather keep my shirt on.
Help a ***** out
and take me far away
from here.
Anywhere,
take me anywhere but here.
From the edge of the thought galaxy
all the way back into your arms again.
Some day,
one day,
It'll happen on the worst day,
like the ******* Tuesday
ever.
Only cause something
greater than ourselves
wants us to know
**** gets better.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part! VII: 1(800) *******t-a-l-k-i-n-g.

No, I don't need another therapist.
I've seen seven.
7 is a lucky number,
so I'm going to keep it great and stay away from
number eight.
I'm not unsnane,
I think my soul just came out to play for a minute.
Cause this weeds got me too ****** to juggle
thinking,
writing
and breathing all once.
My brains just taking a cat nap.
Soul Spit.
Gagayngster style.
Love Cult represent.
Bandit's going to get out of the 1-(517)

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part VI: 1-(800) B-i-t-c-h-i-n-g.

Modern medicine magic.
My ***.
I'm dialing the 1-(800) number and *******
up a hurricane,
that's kin to Katrina.
Until the Doctors give me a refund.
Cause his solution,
to his pretend problem
with my brain.
Only made it worse.

High Times In Harvey Taylor!
Part V:Rear window reflections.
I always try to see the best in people.
Or I just pretend to be blind.
Maybe, it's cause I'm not comfortable staring at
my half ghost reflection.

Rear mirror reflections,
I miss you.
You know, you guest star in my daytime,
soap opera fantasies often.
It's 11:11
and I wish I could make these fantasies
realities.
If you were here and they were gone.