mashing in rock slides
Spending a town's
worth of gold
on iron oxide
with all out nitrate
all of time; wait;
Here it comes near!
Here it comes faster!
Rusty Gold, Rusty Gold, your only disaster!
Rusty Gold, Rusty Gold, he'll make you life end faster!
My crush made me a stupid house made out of cardboard.
Because she is so stupid, she rushed her feelings, and made a made up world that she stole from frenetic fantasies and little xanax pills.
I was stupid too, and cooled her off with *** and comfy mattress pad because I felt like a badass for having such a badbitch in my comfy covers just because she liked my ****, and was too thick to think about how radical it was do spend all of her love with a crazy bull dozer like me.
I thought with all four of her welfare made eyes she could see just how beautiful and disastrous you have to be to get on the hilt of god's golden sword.
It's not beautiful.
and it's morbid.
1. "This isn't how I saw my life ending..."
2. "I don't end anything that feels so new.."
1. "...can't breath."
2. "Don't look at what I'm going to do..."
1. "People don't bend that way."
2. "Most people don't, that's true."
2. "Promise me you never felt anything."
1. "You know I would never promise anything to you."
I'm a cold person.
And I'm good at being cold.
I've been told I'm an old soul,
But I'm not so good at being old.
I'm not sold on the oversold notion
that being old means being tired.
I've felt the most old at my youngest
and my most ancient is when I'm most wired.
The dirt under my knuckles is that last leftover I have from
helping out with a wheelbarrow full of hashbrowns this morning.
I can't butcher a hog, but I hauled in the cases of Coke, and bread, and extra chairs, and also managed to scramble every egg we had on hand.
And then I pretended I didn't care after I tore through my backstock of bacon, afraid of making my aunties sick because they're thick to stay home one winter in their ******* lives.
I don't want anyone to die.
But I know that they do.
And I guarantee you the last thing you want to say when you get to heaven is that youre dead because you couldn't get enough of your ****** nephews disgusting Christmas stew.
I made a point to paint a heart breaking pretty picture.
I think that it'd make sense to make it look like Breakfast.
So, I settle on a the best thing I could think of tasting,
Because painting delicious feelings is a feeling not worth wasting.
Starting with how if feels to start the day
Is the strangest sort of feeling but the only sort of way
I brushed the soles of my boot against the icy grain of frozen dirt.
I touched the crusty, crystal pane of white glass stain with watermarks and fingerprints.
I tried to abstain from feeling cold, because of how old it feels.
Being old can steal
holding on to the heels
of gold leaf
peeling off of sinter cinnabar shelves
checking off sinister forces
pieced apart by well ministered contorted purposes
Such forces on bring remorseful endorsements and attackments
and shunted, splintered, fragmented tactics.