I've said this a million
times before.
But I want my footprint
to stay in the sand.
I want it to be so big
so that when the ocean
tries to wash me away
it'll fall in my memory.
I want to be so big
so that no one can move me.

Just erosion and peoples
memory.
Everything gets twisted.
I mean you remember that game
telephone?
Yeah. Haha everything gets
twisted.

One day my words won't have
the same meaning.
I'm alright with that.
I mean I do believe in
evolution.

My motto and mantra
has been "**** it."
And it's been ******* me over.
I thought I'd splash around
in life a bit.
Jumped head first.
Man I didn't really think
About the distance.

I'm drowning in everything.
I love it.
My body's been adapting.
It learned that drugs
change my perception
and then I can breathe.

I'm working on getting
a breathing tube.
Healthier.
Turns out drugs make
you need one of those too.

My blood runs black.
I blame myself and the
tar I dreamt about last night.

Dreams aren't ideas.
Just thoughts and figments.
Idea's are the only things
that really stay.
Like I can remember a cereal
I was going to create at
seven.
But I can't remember
exactly what I thought
when my dog ripped my
doll's head off.