I haven't eaten lately.
I've forgotten how to eat.
I'm a chef,
I make me unctuous meals.
Then I leave them in the street.

I'll chew my food,
then spit it out.

I don't deserve to be.
I'm made out of starvation and self hate.
But I should eat more calories.

Instead I starve,
Instead I wait.

Hunger is a feeling
that I can really feel
Which is why I'm scared
To stop the movie reel.
I have my momentum.
I get force fed so I won't die.
But what I really what is lunch.
With my friends...
I want to try...

Space and time
is only that
and can we
make
like...
life and persistence?

How often should we feel so bad,
and question our existence?

I used to blow up ****, and plow up
all old stories,
and i used to throw rock at old windows,
and soak in all my glory

so sticky sweet
all i want
is candy from the mexican kids
because it's so sour and so hot

I think i really like
Really like what I may be
A dead man who feels alive
when tied to live people's livery

I find that fire burns when gas is all around
And I find dead useless meat in a freezer
because it's old and can't be found.

I ripped out grass
out of the ground
with my unclipped nails.

I build dirt under my skin
and it's why my life has failed.

Today I sat my *** upon a grassy spot
And I afforded my soul patience
So it can conjure up a thought

Only problem is
I have a problem listening

I don't hears words of heart
All I hear is nonsense
Din, and things.

But now I have to listen
Because I'm ***-gary

When my forehead starts to glisten
Is when I found the will to be.

How crazy was when
When everyone saw
how quickly my fingers fired

Like a flare from a flare gun
It was hot
Much hotter
Hotter than an affair with an affluent women

Still I said
"Let's stay in the freezer"
Because believe it or not
I'm a geezer who finds life
Easier when it's whittled down to slow motion.

There used to be plenty of time
and I would spend it with my friends
and their sisters

Wistful air are all we had on trampolines

Spliced together is our life
scenes of sun-soaked adolescent stages

On a rainy june 15th
with a basket in my hand

I carried my first girlfriend to the promised land
made of pollen, lies, and lillies

It's silly how much
Still silly how much it does

How and why did I
just find you so freaking perfect?

Maybe it's real obvious now,
about how and why I did.

You lifted the lid off my world
and hid all hate from me
Ridded me of all my pain,
for a day or two so I could finally see.