archive my mind.
Foreign materials collected to form a matted hairy hive.
I left it somewhere. Where?
Under there. Underwear?
Word, to the thick soul sista…I wanna get witya….i won’t cuss or hitya…
Built to last-ed
No one watered the morals
Wilted-rotting like parade-décor floral
Shake that LAFFY-TAFFY…THAT LAFFY-TAFFY.
You’re so SUITE, are you sure there’s room?
In the forest of black-sharp-hair, blow the winds of “I don’t care”
A Pirate Ghost with a pierced eyebrow and blasé grin
THEY SAY EVERYONE HAS AN EMO-TWIN.
I left it somewhere. Where?
Under there. Underwear?
Word, to the thick soul sista…I wanna get witya….i won’t cuss or hitya…
Built to last-ed
No one watered the morals
Wilted-rotting like parade-décor floral
Shake that LAFFY-TAFFY…THAT LAFFY-TAFFY.
You’re so SUITE, are you sure there’s room?
In the forest of black-sharp-hair, blow the winds of “I don’t care”
A Pirate Ghost with a pierced eyebrow and blasé grin
THEY SAY EVERYONE HAS AN EMO-TWIN.