I am a ******* mailbox.
Why?
I dunno.
Because i said so.
Accept me for who i am.
My metal *** and face.
My four little legs
And a drawr that holds youryour buisness.
I am a ******* mailbox
Accept  me,
My rusted edges
My sad blue paint.
Unfortunate that  i do not  have a red flag.
****
Well
Thank my creater,
the mailman
I am a ******* mailbox.
And i am
**** proud
To be one

BRB, LOL
***, what the hell?
Can't today's kids learn to spell?
The things they write
I cannot tell
Has education
Gone to hell?
Can someone out there help me?

I can't read what they've written down
They're writing's really rotten
Penmanship's a basic skill
That most kids have forgotten

****, BRB
404 AND BBC
These don't mean a thing to me
Can someone out there help me?

Spellcheck is their holy grail
Without this app, most kids would fail
There'd be no words in tales they tell
Can someone out there help them?

I read a letter I received
The writing I could not believe
I've seen better on my sleeve
Can someone out there read this?

GFN, GFAP
FAQ, ASAP
Explain what I just wrote to me
Can someone out there help....please?

okay but how weird are dreams
you close your eyes to rest your body but behind your lids the film unfolds
your mind paints a picture
the beach is soft as the sun sets next to your lover
all your teeth fall out
you make the game winning play for a sport you don't even play
you go to school naked
you make unusual friends that had only passed briefly through your mind
feet slip from the cliff and you wake up with a sudden ****
suddenly the thoughts that had been so vivid only moments ago fade into nothing
your subconscious is trying to tell you something but what could it be?
maybe it's revelation
maybe it's magic
maybe it's nothing at all
but dreams are pretty weird

as the blacklight morning
eats away at god's empty heaven
angel's cry tears of blood and
shed their hair -
gold as the sun at the midday hour

diamonds cut out the throats of
lovers

they bleed

the crimson rage oozes,
and drips in thick, blobs of terror

heaven waits for hell to freeze over and
the devil welcomes me home

and all was the same as if
the world had held its breath for me

"There is more than what you perceive, this isn't my first life you see. The darkest part of a distant place, the deepest fathoms in a lightless space? No, child, there is no abyss...

No nothingness.

It all exists to move."

maybe it's the weather
maybe it's because i'm turning a year older
but whatever it is, there is something
that gobbles me up from inside
and my bones get weaker and
my chest feels heavy and
i want to die

sunday to sunday i crawl to cling on to life
and i scrape my knees on the sidewalk
i think of tiny things that could possibly
change my tainted view of living,
i think about you.

If I was a bird
I'd  sit in a tree
And




Sleep all day

i am the one and only
i am limited edition
i am special
and nothing you can do will change that

i will be kept in mint condition
and looking fresh to death
with my slick back hair
and bomb *** eyeliner

**** with me

There will be a digital trace

Of this in the morning,
And I will know
That I was alive