*leap year*
“empty lords”
you’ve been sent forth to kill
then send me the bill
then shoot me and kill
i dreamt of a ragtag rock band performing on “little eddie’s” street (upper drive off johnston drive)…it consisted of piano / guitar / drums…
what’s mine is my own
now i’m in the zone
she looked very yummy
i stared like a dummy
i start to feel crummy
she had tons of money
some get it right
some get it wrong
some try to fight
some not so strong
some so uptight
committing it to reason….
his wives and his sideshows are paying his bills
his love as a power that thrills
he’s popping his pills and he’s swallowing them down
one made him smile and one made him frown
earning my bread with the passage of time
i really don’t like people
i especially don’t like you
some remaining steadfast
the others turn brand new
light my cigarette and take my breath away….
he’s your long-neglected victim
you had swung and you had kicked’em
i used to be acceptable and now i’m a danger
i used to be a bullet and now i’m a manger
mother saint that i am that you aint
a weeping little girl ghost
i’ve got my freak flag flying….
my father’s a flame
my mother a saint
they called me a king but maybe i ain’t
i’m always learning and growing but never quite knowing
i was better before…
before the war…
before i was washed ashore…
down the road i will surely explode
and that’ll be that
i was trying to seem electric
but nobody knew
now nobody know
from the moment i was misdirected
o scassera
are you even there-a?
spending your life on your madre’s couch?
how utterly uncouth!
i’m a committed drinker just as i was a committed doper
i should really try heroin….
who cannot be beat
lying in heat
it’s much too much to say…
“hotter younger sisters”
he’s got a pop to his name
he’s got no meat on his frame
i’m good in the heart and sick in the head
i literally just shit myself
my heart’s turned to garbage
calf / giraffe
pretend that they’re sinking still they’re way up there….
love it or hate it
take it or leave it….
i haven’t eaten a real meal in years
even god needs to eat
choose between one evil or another
your sister or your brother
your father or your mother
your son you’ll soon discover
your daugher dying naked
you
this may not be paradise, but still it seems OK
i may not have the energy, but still i’ll be OK
take a walk in the sun
you’re not doing bad
you’ve already won
you ain’t hurtin no one
in the same old mess, they said it best
i refuse to lose
im the sweetest stray cat….
strippers in slippers
but what…
larger than life and fulla spite…
i’ll dress you in feathers and lift up your skirt
and smash you to smithers, i swear it won’t hurt
and take you to nightclubs that won’t ever die
i’ll follow you to holland
she’ll pass like a fad
but that’s not which which worries me
uncle joey said he never knew me
i had a terrible day
watching some play in bayberry
cleaning up room
a whole new reality revealed unto me
stop all your work and get ready to play
wake up from the night and start living the day
the angry moms
some stay after school
the whole world seems in league with you….
i’m gettin ready for the landslide of the century
for surely obama will win…
doomed for sure…
somehow astound
i’d give it out but there’s no one to receive it…
dream of chrissy outside shopping center and bike riding
cops in pursuit
.
.
*👨🔬🕵️♀️🙇♀️*SKETCHES*🙇♂️👩🔬🕵️♂️*
.
.
.
.
.
👈👈👈☜*“OCTOBER JOURNALS”* ☞ 👉👉👉
.
.
💕💝💖💓🖤💙🖤💙🖤💙🖤❤️💚💛🧡❣️💞💔💘❣️🧡💛💚❤️🖤💜🖤💙🖤💙🖤💗💖💝💘
.
.
*🌈✨ *TABLE OF CONTENTS* ✨🌷*
.
.
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥*we won the war* 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥