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I once sat here on my balcony -around this time I think- Writing songs out Phonetically for you all to read.. Eventually I decided to just set Paper and crayons On fire while surrounded by Those three dead bees my mother killed With my chancleta earlier... **** was brutal because she was Yelling while killing them... And I remember that I couldn't help But laugh at her and her distraught! I imagined her as a ******** vocalist for my band.. I think she'd suit a straight-edge band though.. Maybe some Christcore.. But she hates my music and we've grown apart. But just as I was sitting here melting And burning stuff, and writing stuff amongst the dead, I was sitting with them, the bees, For those past few days when they were alive.. I even took pictures and videos.. I can imagine myself saying "I didn't want them to die" Because perhaps I didn't want them to die. "Go **** them! Death to bees! Take this broom! It's on the net!" But I didn't do it. I once sat here on my balcony Around this particular time and Wrote a similar poem.. I once, but in intervals, did twice The movement of a single brisk breeze For double the time of a considerable Moment amongst the living. It was deafening.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
Death To Bees.
I once sat here on my balcony -around this time I think- Writing songs out Phonetically for you all to read.. Eventually I decided to just set Paper and crayons On fire while surrounded by Those three dead bees my mother killed With my chancleta earlier... **** was brutal because she was Yelling while killing them... And I remember that I couldn't help But laugh at her and her distraught! I imagined her as a ******** vocalist for my band.. I think she'd suit a straight-edge band though.. Maybe some Christcore.. But she hates my music and we've grown apart. But just as I was sitting here melting And burning stuff, and writing stuff amongst the dead, I was sitting with them, the bees, For those past few days when they were alive.. I even took pictures and videos.. I can imagine myself saying "I didn't want them to die" Because perhaps I didn't want them to die. "Go **** them! Death to bees! Take this broom! It's on the net!" But I didn't do it. I once sat here on my balcony Around this particular time and Wrote a similar poem.. I once, but in intervals, did twice The movement of a single brisk breeze For double the time of a considerable Moment amongst the living. It was deafening.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
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