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sheeeeeeeeee eyes me like a pisces, for the first time in eleven years i am strong in love like a fountain drunk on vodka cheap god good goddamn. in 2 days, er 3 days? maybe 2 days. okay yeah but anyway, we will see the asylum street spankers, arguably the fundamentally coolest band since nirvana. band is getting better, we wrote a few new songs that are like seriously i'm not even kidding a new kind of art we both hate art so yeah this is new art like art students have never even dreamed of seeing before. meat eating and salutations. i have to get up in a few hours but i can't go to bed. i can't go to bed because i can't go to bed. ughhhhhhhh lesbian chic outside the library, right? throw down your rules to me, i'm so used to following rules, what does she think of her now? what does she do with her time in the garbage william s. fuckin burroughs on vodka now. i have the hugest fucking crush in regina spektor, i've never fallen so heavily in love with anyone via record but there you go. she is the most adorably talented girl i've ever met. wait no no i haven't met her but fucking goddamn gun toting american i will! she said yes! she said yes! i'm weak i'm weak. i'm a gun barrel, a holy soviet, a gun shot, an explosion of air, a slab of tar, an overweight underweight dyed hair extravagance, a dumpeeeeee, a dumper, a lesbianic retard, a waif in stranded musicality, a complaint after not sleeping, a piece of sane judgement for ONCE a piece of excess, rock starrrrrrrrrrs, rock starrrrrrs, same kids taking poetry to the massed maxed out crowd, oh god lover take me to your pit of garbage. i'll eat from your hands, your scraps, anything you have, your traps, your madnessessssss, your poetics, your awful fucking poetry, your compliments and cancer and aids and cereal tapes, oh god you fucking owe me! owe me owe me owe me... brian wilson. take me through britain take me through waiting for a girl, truth is? truth is i don't know truth is i don't know why i want one thing and then i don't want another, i don't know why i get over you and then over there i don't get over you because you were more special you were better looking god i knew you longer. i never prayer i prayed for you i never prayed but jesus i prayed for you i donno what i prayed for but i prayed for you. i hate your happiness i pray for your happiness i hate your drug intake i pray you get get more happiness than me i have none but a lot. i cry i laugh i take my laughs in years i take my tears and turn them into hysterically insane laughter stick THAT up your ass this is honesty filtered through blood filtered through a hundred loving hotel rooms where we cuddled like the refrains in your bleeding brain, um so yeah take me through your misleading judgements, keep me up all night, love me like the lie she bluffed through life. backwards. upwards. no more alcohol. looking at rules like where are you now? upwards. she's like "um you know that part where you totally just shit down my throat and call my shit like the bluff it is? how about you just uh um..don't? like a robin in bloom oh man let me be me you are so totally fucking controlling just let looooose soldier please george oh god i love you"
but i don't believe i don't believe i don't believe i'm drunk i don't believe i can love again. you see uh the problem was, after two years it just didn't belong to me. it didn't FUCKING belong to me. after we were alone in the hotel room and the um lights went out and bob dylan shut off and the bell boy went back to his beds, we just had to have sex and that, frankly, i'm sorry george to say, was fucking boring becAUSE i was thinking about the worst all along. i wasted your time i wasted sun's time i didn't even fall asleep hey guess what i did i wasted your time because i hated you for years and so i planned to end you like a waste bin that's british for garbage can. i sent you off i sent you off like a trash can an albino looked up at me with pink eye in his right eye and screamed at me and took a guitar solo too early oh yeah i guess its okay. its not enough no its never enough we'll be okay soon enough we'll live up to our potential we'll drive and go to college and marry and be rock stars and be precious we'll die soon then we'll wake up mid death and no its NOT though you betrayed, you left your scent to her in your will well fuck i didn't know you HAD a will for fuck's sake you should've fucking told me. i would've like filled out paper work and shit like that. i would've dropped diamond sparks all over your face you'll never write like me poseur son in the moon shaped halo look at how i twist your language you don't even begin to shatter you don't know glass from gas i don't know who you are you don't either i'm running circles round your frames of asterisksssssss so many in the halo of the morning mourning for your lossess of the lost excesses drunk and lonely holy moley sun. this is the morning of the age of the junky. you've lost me too this is poetry. right? hahah
but i don't believe i don't believe i don't believe i'm drunk i don't believe i can love again. you see uh the problem was, after two years it just didn't belong to me. it didn't FUCKING belong to me. after we were alone in the hotel room and the um lights went out and bob dylan shut off and the bell boy went back to his beds, we just had to have sex and that, frankly, i'm sorry george to say, was fucking boring becAUSE i was thinking about the worst all along. i wasted your time i wasted sun's time i didn't even fall asleep hey guess what i did i wasted your time because i hated you for years and so i planned to end you like a waste bin that's british for garbage can. i sent you off i sent you off like a trash can an albino looked up at me with pink eye in his right eye and screamed at me and took a guitar solo too early oh yeah i guess its okay. its not enough no its never enough we'll be okay soon enough we'll live up to our potential we'll drive and go to college and marry and be rock stars and be precious we'll die soon then we'll wake up mid death and no its NOT though you betrayed, you left your scent to her in your will well fuck i didn't know you HAD a will for fuck's sake you should've fucking told me. i would've like filled out paper work and shit like that. i would've dropped diamond sparks all over your face you'll never write like me poseur son in the moon shaped halo look at how i twist your language you don't even begin to shatter you don't know glass from gas i don't know who you are you don't either i'm running circles round your frames of asterisksssssss so many in the halo of the morning mourning for your lossess of the lost excesses drunk and lonely holy moley sun. this is the morning of the age of the junky. you've lost me too this is poetry. right? hahah