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in my mind there exists a utopia. everything i'm afraid of in this world exists there as a neon light reflecting off of everyone's kandy jewelery and pacifiers. our lives are mentally stable. the dance floor revolves around what we are thinking in reaction to the non-stop beats of the music. it matches our heartbeats until it changes them into something completely new and synchronized with one another's. sometimes we are just light. we see past complication and jealousy because we don't talk through our bodies. we talk through our souls, the variables continue changing melodically. you think "maybe I'M supposed to show YOU" and help your friends breathe, the easiest of human responsibilities. sometimes you can't, you let them crawl into the bathroom stall and throw up their insides. you said wanted to be alone
on another note, some instructions for you:
1. if you wanna party it's chill.
1 1/2. buy some visine
2. swallow everyone else up
3. throw-up their flesh into a zip-loc bag
4. let it freeze over night
5. turn it into powder and snort it up your stank ass nose
6. make the rest into a paste and and smear it into your pores until you're satisfied.
7. let me be an asshole to your face.
8. take off your pants and put your dilly wacker near my eyeballs and take a fat piss
9. watch me do what people do when they get pissed on in the eyeballs
10. you just pissed in my eyes
11. love carlton from fresh prince a lot, you really big faggot.
12. bigot! you fucking bigot! muahahaha
14. mother fuckin a, man
15. remember the good times
16. remember lucky number four
17. happy birthday, bridget egan
18. theres no thirteen anyways
im jealous of the colors of your walls i'm jealous of everything about you turning on the radio it's just so easy let me make excuses
the skeleton and the flesh they come next
cutting the brain wires with the same fingers that yearned to be finger puppeted let me make excuses
you're learning to much, i must ask you to leave. when your brain explodes i don't want to be the one who cleans it up
on another note, some instructions for you:
1. if you wanna party it's chill.
1 1/2. buy some visine
2. swallow everyone else up
3. throw-up their flesh into a zip-loc bag
4. let it freeze over night
5. turn it into powder and snort it up your stank ass nose
6. make the rest into a paste and and smear it into your pores until you're satisfied.
7. let me be an asshole to your face.
8. take off your pants and put your dilly wacker near my eyeballs and take a fat piss
9. watch me do what people do when they get pissed on in the eyeballs
10. you just pissed in my eyes
11. love carlton from fresh prince a lot, you really big faggot.
12. bigot! you fucking bigot! muahahaha
14. mother fuckin a, man
15. remember the good times
16. remember lucky number four
17. happy birthday, bridget egan
18. theres no thirteen anyways
im jealous of the colors of your walls i'm jealous of everything about you turning on the radio it's just so easy let me make excuses
the skeleton and the flesh they come next
cutting the brain wires with the same fingers that yearned to be finger puppeted let me make excuses
you're learning to much, i must ask you to leave. when your brain explodes i don't want to be the one who cleans it up