fresh out of flowers, chock full of steam

[ceramiclifestyl]

sticking to the walls I'm getting tired
white lights don't amuse me
and my tears are fraught with mercury

thinking--
and the sound is off
.                                                            .
         stuck with an uncomfortable mind
.                                                            .

and even if the eyes fall out
it's ugly but you keep it
otherwise its worthless

slick roads and fantasy foes
put your hand out the window and dream

everything is so different now

hearts encased in glass
for all to see

but the question is: are you really here?

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there's something unfulfilling about blowing your nose-
one day maybe your brains'll fall out.

I stay up all night for security-
so thieves can't sneak up on me.

there's something fantastically sad about missing deadlines
if I was religious I would wonder if God missed any

don't feel like a fool, you're not yet a millionaire