lower east side pharmaceutical highschool
WITH ENEMIES LIKE THESE WHO NEEDS FRIENDS
living life as one long roll of caution tape. what you didn't see sure saw you, had an army of paparazzi at the ready or maybe just an army as you found yourself staring down a ten foot expanse of gun barrels. & said: that’s all? not dead at least that's what i stubbornly keep telling myself in between faked breaths & forced blinks. the universe pulled out from under me & replaced with a clever copy. guy at the corner store trying to poison my push-button cappuccinos but i'm too clever by half, too clever by a whole a hole in the head which well i NEED. let it all out baby let it allllllll out. a live wire & a dead wire appear the same on the outside after all i call it when i see it with my x ray eyes
last ryder pales show of the year was rock star delicious & from there the future looks all shiny & magnetic but reality keeps tugging at my skirts & saying feed me feed me i'm forced to snap shut up you footnote, go home, around here we HUNT reality we use it as a dart board we speak softly & hit it with big sticks. canned laughtracks leaping out like snakes when i say i graduate in the spring but it's true, i think i'm proving something but can't recall for the life of me what it is. only going through the motions of chasing my tail when really i'm sitting imperfectly still, ogling the abyss like a pro. those are some mighty sharp teeth you have there oh the better to take a bite out of crime, my dear
& what will you do with that tail if you ever catch it but abandon it for another bigger better shinier SMACKTAIL [tm]
meow mix meow mix please deliver me into the lion's mouth, i've heard it's warm & cozy in there, my sources they never lie i'm getting an eye in the back of my head so please stop following me before it's too late, i only check my watch because i think the ticking is a bomb but who am i kidding i don't even wear a watch i argue with time til it flies & it's usually headlong into a brick wall FAMILIAR TERRITORY. why don't we all just grow fat off eating our own words, TASTES GREAT EVEN LATE & better late than never, better never than FOREVER, JUST ad[d] nausea[m] watch the crowd go wild