Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools
I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…
Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.
If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me
Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want
There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter
Powdered salt snowflakes Dusted on stubborn dead leaves Life’s perfect white noise
Don’t give me your heart I can’t bear that pain Being lonely hurts less Than giving you my name
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations
My God loves puddles I know because I watched two girl… Complete, innocent, borderline rec… That’s My God
Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end
I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze
