My new shampoo smells like the summer you kissed me
I wonder if you missed me
When you left the next day for an eighteen day cruise
You didn't even have to chose
Between her and me that seemingly perfect summer night
You left us behind to fight
Over you but somehow we all just came to grips
But I still remember your lips
It's bad enough getting caught up on a kiss
That I shouldn't miss
Not that I want you like that anymore I promise
I just haven't felt that way since
But the last thing I need is shampoo
that reminds me of you.

we create.
create other beings.
beings of life.
life in bodies.
bodies carry souls.
souls to create.
create love.

I LOVE HIM STILL EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS TO LOOK HIM IN THE EYE.
I LOVE HIM STILL EVEN THOUGH HIS WORDS CAN SOMETIMES MAKE ME CRY.
OUR LOVE WILL ALWAYS TAKE ITS DRIFT AND YET I LOVE HIM STILL.
I PROMISED MY LOVE FOREVER AND FOREVER I ALWAYS WILL.

Erdkunde Erdkunde, what you do to me
I like to learn about the river and the sea.

I sit next to cornelious, he has BO
and he looks like Georgina, but not a big fat ***.

Erdkunde Erdkunde, what you do to me
I am an acorn now I am a tree.

whoopeee

To be a burden is a terrible waste.
All of that time spent perfecting the art
Of being a pain,
A strain.
Only to learn that the problem
Is in being the problem,
In being the extra load on his back.
Yes, to be a burden is a terrible waste, indeed,
Of a perfectly fine little life.

I caught myself head bobbing to ******
leaking red ink on vinyl
keep the track spinning
doing rounds of H-bomb clouds
all white got my head on tight
got my nose off right
check the center
if I could see it
muddled beats lead to reaps
Jack's a busy man
death a grave business
all trades
he deals diamonds for profits
sick the Hound
he's got no time for games
thrones be melted down
set the mold for a caravan
desert eagles circle corpses
warm body, not for long
heat brings in the winter
tore snow through his soul
****, I thought blacks ain't like cold
they nod to that **** you give it a hook though
caught up in the bait
cheap and shiny
rock their life away
as it drums in the ear
keep the bass bumpin
mama'll keep pumping the tears
gassed up with super diesel
you gotta peep the subliminal
laced up in the air
inecessant bumble of the bees
got a sting like no chaser
wait to explode, to exhale, to bust
oozie laid to rest
patient is revenge
but always with a righteous fist
BOOM!

The wave reached its peak. Curling,
it crashed upon The Black Stone.

We sat—legs dangling off walls edge—watching.

The whispering waves spoke their prophetic secrets,
and we saw ourselves reflected in the pool.
Clearer during high tide but ever-present nonetheless
when the sea was low, wet sand slightly exposed.