I been a dead man walkin'. Just forgot to lay down.

Jun 02, 2009 17:32

Lay? Lye? Lies!
All of them.

Silken ice
Down her throat

Poison her mind
Thicken with guilt

She asks--
Customer customer!
Would you like a side of cum?

Wincing the time
With coke and rum

But the medicine
Expense

But it's her expense

But it's my expense
To concrete my fate

To curse the deity
Who provided the taste

To embalm my mind
From being a mother
Of being a father

My father!
He left me with this

He left me.

Just kidding.
I'm good right?

I'm sitting in Umass Amherst.
And I'm about to shit my pants with joy.
My dream! My dream.

I got a job.
At an Arabian restaurant.
In Northampton.
The most hippy place I've ever met.
My unknown home.

The girl next to me is making me uncomfortable.
I do miss home. However, I've realized by visiting--
That I'm not missing a thing. At all. Let nothing.

Well except BWright.
And Johnny Boy.

Who get's out in 4 weeks.
To come fuck up my life again.
I can't wait.

The lower half of me can't wait.
Hah!

My brother smokes cigarettes now.
I smoke cigarettes with my brother now.
He wants to try cough medicine.
I was like BEEN THERE. Done that.
And it was worth it.

No one reads this.
Kill the time. Kill. Kill. Kill.
I wonder what Kathryn Bertrand is doing.
Hah! To be continued.
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