I make my own soup and I kiss my own boo-boos,
I tell tall tales about love, hell, and voodoos.

I cover up my sadness with jokes, smoke, and malice
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?

God and I have a pretty tight relationship
I talk to him every night when my fingers touch my lips.

I throw my bones at dogs and contort my soul for fun,
Chewed up, spat out. I’m just like everyone.

-SLuR

life is about context darlings
also
not giving a ****
but context
it only comes with experience

there’s no getting around that

I just don’t want to be hit in the head
with a baseball bat
when I’m not looking
so if you’re going to hit me in the head
with a baseball bat
make sure I’m looking

maybe
will only get you so far
but most of the world’s population has not realized this
as they bow their heads in prayer

I’m not falling.
I’m flying in love with you.
Will you show me your world?
Will you let me touch the sky with you?