notes on a dxm trip
loving the blood clots on your neck girl kiss the better bed i had the bigger bet how many more times in the better house all the time longing back in the yard for your junkeyed blood shot smile coming through glass panes at my face, brushing the dungeon dust off you precious girl the shine on the glow on the label the new shins album is way mediocre shame on you shins you were good live though kinda coulda been better though in my opinion a better opinion to stick into your spleens, you can keep your opinions tucked and your gut sucked and your brain fucked and its just to make a buck that the ham slams shut on the rut your are stuck in.. the genie grew out of the carpet a smudge 'if you only knew who i wanted' the lemon juice squeezes itself into his eyes, i saw (insert reference you assume is about you when why the fuck would it be i never write anything about you and if i did you wouldn't know because we both know you're a fucking idiot) living happily in the trailer park trailer 48 loving bones on brown chins pointing at the sun in defiance. i defy you to be mad 24 hours a day in the jungle of your backyard. stand back stunned and be afraid. she was crosseyed from eight years of betraying every individual virtue in her body after a decade of misuse we loved each other but sober is never sober enough attention deprived hyperactive and waking up with a sweating palm two to match, bottles of robitussin red wine dinners your dad decides to die in his table spoon. he's an electric eel on a mountain snow top hoping you are okay in the new year. happy new year's everyone