it is now and it is never
what it feels like is that your heart has sunk through your digestive track into your stomach where it goes crunch crunch crunch until you shit it out.
you can pour whatever you got in the fridge on it, try to smoke it out; fuck, it is a part of you. refuses to leave until you do. goes where you go. takes you where you take it.
if there was art to be made of fecal matter this would be the stuff, the proverbial and literal 'shit'.
but who has the heart for literal anymore?
literal things; i can say a lot of things literally. they go: crunch crunch crunch in my mouth between my teeth.
"desperate times call for desperate measures. i wanted you i wanted these treasures."
curse this album's uncanny ability to dissect my heart, and curse my letting it, everytime. curse my selfishness, my putting us through this. there's no easy way out but there's an easy way in/ there's no easy way in but there's an easy way out.
and curse my words, their meanings, their blind way of coming together to console me.
they fail me.
"that penchant for destruction in the way you talk. i didn't stand a chance, i couldn't stand at all."
to replay everything replay everything to replay everything play it again, player. i'm everything about her right now, from my getbackto & hadto, my priority was getting it right, now. and it's too true you won't know how you'll handle something until it's in your hands to, but i couldn't.
to replay everything everything having been replayed there was no way for now to be anything but what it is.
"kid, you better change your feathers 'cause you'll never fly with those things."
what it feel like is that your heart has sunk thorugh your digestive track into your stomach where it goes crunch crunch crunch until you shit it out.
and all metaphors for what you are inside aside, all pychological implications and symptoms, all literal wordless things we live through we talk through we get through, all face saving when you've no face left to save, all aside. all the way all away.
it's the way it feels and i hope it chews faster.
"a dangerous woman up to a point once said: 'as per your wishes, i left you for dead, i left england to the english.'"
surely, christian
you can pour whatever you got in the fridge on it, try to smoke it out; fuck, it is a part of you. refuses to leave until you do. goes where you go. takes you where you take it.
if there was art to be made of fecal matter this would be the stuff, the proverbial and literal 'shit'.
but who has the heart for literal anymore?
literal things; i can say a lot of things literally. they go: crunch crunch crunch in my mouth between my teeth.
"desperate times call for desperate measures. i wanted you i wanted these treasures."
curse this album's uncanny ability to dissect my heart, and curse my letting it, everytime. curse my selfishness, my putting us through this. there's no easy way out but there's an easy way in/ there's no easy way in but there's an easy way out.
and curse my words, their meanings, their blind way of coming together to console me.
they fail me.
"that penchant for destruction in the way you talk. i didn't stand a chance, i couldn't stand at all."
to replay everything replay everything to replay everything play it again, player. i'm everything about her right now, from my getbackto & hadto, my priority was getting it right, now. and it's too true you won't know how you'll handle something until it's in your hands to, but i couldn't.
to replay everything everything having been replayed there was no way for now to be anything but what it is.
"kid, you better change your feathers 'cause you'll never fly with those things."
what it feel like is that your heart has sunk thorugh your digestive track into your stomach where it goes crunch crunch crunch until you shit it out.
and all metaphors for what you are inside aside, all pychological implications and symptoms, all literal wordless things we live through we talk through we get through, all face saving when you've no face left to save, all aside. all the way all away.
it's the way it feels and i hope it chews faster.
"a dangerous woman up to a point once said: 'as per your wishes, i left you for dead, i left england to the english.'"
surely, christian