three minute samples
a baby girl, you’ll have her
****,know what's been
bothering me this whole time?
shoved myself away
a moment of crime
so easy to let go of the self
its like im not even mine
moments slip and fly
there's years of my life i can’t remember and why
really so asleep wishing death all the time
not really understanding death at all at the time
just a kid i was blind, it tore me inside
and ended up, well, nowhere in fact,
all of the moments in present reenact- imagine that

three minutes into something; forget,
once again to breathe- some other thought tore my eyes out
bore into yet another mindless pattern
to which i say, wholesome; that in my breath is contained,
effort & surrender, a goal at which to fling thyself
off every mountain to press the feet off (and jump)
wasn’t ever scared to turn the mouth off and jump
wasn’t ever any fear, that was my innocence and luck
if you fling yourself off from the mountain and jump, **** it
upwards spiral towards nothing