In the burning right hand of the bald city,
denizens frame calories and count instagram blessings
while beacons of hope refund inspiration in USADA *** cups.

Abyssinian maids wail over yesterday lovers
who wore Ginsberg’s skirt with less  pizzazz
and watched bedbugs **** blood off knee caps
wondering, what if Jesus Christ drove a Nissan?

As bullets of paragraphs fall Vietnamese pesticides on my head,
The dusts off my breath sing homilies
With letters of broken leather whiskey,
For even in the most dishonest jest,
clandestine toothbrushes are overrated
and every first false lie is the only truth.

i think about you
     more than i'd like
to think about

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                     a girl, an average teenager
   falls in love with a boy
        parents dissagree -bittersweet-
a new idea is developed in the science
                  of the brain and controling it
needing test dumbies, scientists set out
    the girls parents, use her, for money or whatever
by this time, the girl has depression
                         but still loves her boy
her parents enrol her as a test subject
               scientist with new ideas
      drugs are used, she's put to sleep
                           a year she sleeps through
   a whole year of testing
                      scientist experiment on her brain -gruesome-
the scientist believe they've fixed the girls
       depression, anxiety, and she no longer
                  remembers her boy
upon her arival home
         with a fresh deleted brain information
   no memories, nothing
                                 she finds a phone number on her table
calls it
           on the other end, a boy, her old boyfriend
   the one she had, before her memory was erased
                                     they meet
and she falls in love with him again
                      fresh memories of love, with the same boy

-completely baised on a true story-

true love exists

insanity just looks too good on you

Breast to breast, cheek to cheek.
I had your hand and you my soul to keep.
The blood ran innocent as young sin but you were gasping, dying to get in.
We made promises, promises we couldn't keep.
We made love, love that didn't last past the sun peak.
When 17 came you were gone, little to no goodbye, never again did we speak.
Drain the bottle over and over, searching for your smile
I'd walk for days and hundreds of miles, i'd walk all night to see your light.
Broken and lost I made mistakes, did you make the same or was your side of the love all fake?

Do you still strain your ears?
To catch a bird singing in rain
Does your mind feel the cheers?
When you help someone in pain.
Do your eyes look in the eyes?
To read the mind deep and true
Do you still love the sunrise?
And your heart wants some good to do.
Do you even now feel like a child?
Babble and act the way you did
Do your legs ache to run wild?
You wish you could be a child indeed.
Do you still just hold her hand?
Without words and knowing she knows
Do your hands make hills on the sand?
And dream to bring her a sweet red rose.