hiroshima's leftovers
ONCE UPON A TIME
they said there was nothing a good molotov cocktail wouldn't fix, & they were right. lights, camera, satisfACTION. what to do when everything you own is a decoy. nothing left but the memories & i don't even have those! no edge left to lose so i'm just lacklustrely resisting the pull of the black hole. can you blame me for wanting to sneak into obscurity, can you. the grass is always greener in someone else's yawn. close your mouth you might say something i regret. because i haven't done enough of that lately. mom someone took all my rocketfuel, mom mom how am i going to pilot this spaceship now. we are going in for a crash landing--but wait i don't go down with sinking ships, especially when i'm the one putting the holes in them, what's wrong with this picture / what ISN'T
fine & dandy & just biding my time i'm straining smile muscles left & right & well the bounds of credibility aren't looking so hot either. i never liked those fuckers anyway. laughing at me behind my back not realizing the eyes in the back of my head stopped being metaphorical when the ones in front quit their jobs & ran off to join the 21st century jonestown, damn i'm thirsty can we get some flavor-aid up in this bitch, pretty please with selfless devotion on top
THESE THINGS WE MUST DO. i forgot what it was like to think through frosted glass. temptation to just smash it & eat consequences. special skills include: repeating my mistakes. there's a joke in here somewhere but i just might be it. speak only in blanks, strong silent type. like an ATM. push my buttons you'll get an experience you won't forget. empty words? YOU DON'T SAY. really it's one thing to talk to yourself another entirely for said conversation to consist mostly of a futility-laced Shut Up. somewhere, someone is learning a lesson.
[don't worry, it's never been me]
they said there was nothing a good molotov cocktail wouldn't fix, & they were right. lights, camera, satisfACTION. what to do when everything you own is a decoy. nothing left but the memories & i don't even have those! no edge left to lose so i'm just lacklustrely resisting the pull of the black hole. can you blame me for wanting to sneak into obscurity, can you. the grass is always greener in someone else's yawn. close your mouth you might say something i regret. because i haven't done enough of that lately. mom someone took all my rocketfuel, mom mom how am i going to pilot this spaceship now. we are going in for a crash landing--but wait i don't go down with sinking ships, especially when i'm the one putting the holes in them, what's wrong with this picture / what ISN'T
fine & dandy & just biding my time i'm straining smile muscles left & right & well the bounds of credibility aren't looking so hot either. i never liked those fuckers anyway. laughing at me behind my back not realizing the eyes in the back of my head stopped being metaphorical when the ones in front quit their jobs & ran off to join the 21st century jonestown, damn i'm thirsty can we get some flavor-aid up in this bitch, pretty please with selfless devotion on top
THESE THINGS WE MUST DO. i forgot what it was like to think through frosted glass. temptation to just smash it & eat consequences. special skills include: repeating my mistakes. there's a joke in here somewhere but i just might be it. speak only in blanks, strong silent type. like an ATM. push my buttons you'll get an experience you won't forget. empty words? YOU DON'T SAY. really it's one thing to talk to yourself another entirely for said conversation to consist mostly of a futility-laced Shut Up. somewhere, someone is learning a lesson.
[don't worry, it's never been me]