preface. majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies, adverbs in adversity that modify our satisfactions, gut punch our eyes, scramble the taste buds, now inoperable, incapacitated to distinguish what is disturbed - what is sweet - what is impossible. my days ending is nearer to my god than thee, the crumblings of what I’ve got left, stale panko crumbs, here come they in 1000 radium-tipped projectiles of serious humorous self-destruction, gifted to you few itinerant followers brave enough to follow me into the deeps of radioactive incomprehension, in no particular disorders a thousand times
Trying to tap telegrams On the back of my iphone In a faux leather seat In the back of my mothers car. Anyone will tell you I have a Knack For the contrary And there’s strangely no argument, Where I got it from. The seat belt sits uncomfortably across my throat, Stopping my words, A space formerly only occupied by her gaze, Though my future career may benefit, My current psyche does not.
Some girl I never knew knew an art that wasn’t kung fu. She did not whistle well when her peaches didn’t sell. And a boy I never liked loved her not at first sight. He kissed her on a day it didn’t rain never to lay eyes on her again. Nary a soul whispers her name, nary a heart feels any shame. She was pretty not so long ago, this girl I will never know.
Everything he says Comes out backward. Nothing about him Is really straightforward. It’s like he came here From Bizarro World. Both of the forks Of his tongue are curled.
He makes our lives Like a lower rank of hell. You won’t want to buy A single thing he sells. You can figure out This reptilian guy Just expect everything He says to be a lie.
If he says it’s a nice day Run for your umbrella. At all possible costs You should avoid this fella. And if you know someone Who tells you he is nice Run as fast as you can From them, take my advice.
He has never been honest He has never even tried. You’ll quickly lose count Of the times he has lied. If you think for a second That he cares about you Believe me when I say It just cannot be true.
Because the only person This guy loves is himself And he doesn’t give a **** About anybody else. Not his family, nor his wife Please be a believer. In truth, he doesn’t really Love himself either.
His whole world is backward, What he hates describes him. He tells about how he is So handsome and slim. But actually he’s a tub of lard And socially quite awkward. But he doesn’t realize it. He is, after all, himself: Mister Backward.
You are not over. Your time has not yet been served. You learn from assuming. Yes I assume. Assume the worst. For my love I appoligize. Sorry for assuming. Assuming the worst. I just don't want to loose you. You mean so much. I've never been this way. Never felt this way. Never felt happiness without meds. Now I know what it's like to be happy. You have showed me happiness. I love you.