10.1.22
hot knife in cold water, i cut through you like it doesnt hurt. this is what you want, this is what you get. somewhere south of the border, a ghost and a body lay entwined, probably on a beach or something. this is the one where sweet doesnt follow up bitter, it just leaves a sour bite after the meal. i wish i could wash this down with something, but i think this is how it has to be. back to the beach (a ghost and a body, a body and a ghost, a ghost body) i am alive in the same way i am dead and you would probably be alive if you were there hut you arent the ghost or the body so we are all left wondering. in a dream i have on that southern ghost beach, i take you out back behind the barn and shoot you, put you down like a lame horse. look into a mirror and im not surprised to see anything left. my dreams dont make sense anyways. i drift to sleep on the beach and wake up on the sea floor. nothing i do changes that