As red draped pride runs down your shoulder
You'll only get older with paper cut eyes watchin' your crush wrapped round with chain sand ties while the gap between the ocean and the land swallows every one of her pretty little red feather strands as you stand on the beach with each of your bleeding iris television screens screaming back at the black hole tide of the wide wide guilt you've built with that consumer brick and mortar
Making cookie cutter chimney smoke houses for people to scream
"All hail the order of processed foods and artificial moods" out of
Yes, let us revere with a hungry ear those advertised emotions promised with the motions of the afternoon beer commercial and smiling twinkle twinkle billboard and then the next day hangover
Over and
over and
over and
being sober is just too civilized for these vicious cycles of primitive fickle trickles of substances that tickles the top of your mouth with either smoke or bad water jumping over the south of your gums that numbs the border patrol security of your conscience all because that pale skinned red bird beauty keeps flapping you by to skies too far away to count all the stars in her eyes that you kept a record of,
You're slowly losing your life and your soul with a sharp knife highway toll for the tax benefits of a bleeding black and white Lobo hell that exists back inside those paper wounded pixelated water works we were just talking about
Get it out
Get it out
It's ok,
Let me comfort you with the pleasure of the day
Over and
over and
over and
over
and


[Good news! With all this television static you wont have to look at her face anymore! Enjoy the rest of your day!]