And i cant smoke enough hash to forget it
And the slob techies i had to pick up after the past two days.
Im mad at their moms.
Also im not doing the blood numbing technique to my body anymore so i cant pretend i dont hate things
And float around the venue spaces
In these weird cotton candy-
Bubble bath-
In god's-
Or the warm winds-
Arms wrapped a round-
The little hands that wear sunglasses-
And snap to old sound-
Trying to claw out of my throat-
All the god damned time-
-Visions.
Everything right now is
Except for me.
The ones of my ketchup grenade
Exploding all over these
Nano fanged
Whatever you call'em
Shitty faces.
Everything right now is
Except for me.
This hippie guy with mismatched dirty patched
parachute pants that helps take care of diamond dave
Listens to him
Exalts him
Humors his still babbling mouth spirit
gave me a handmade pipe to smoke out of
It looks neat.
He made it.
its awful really.
but his intentions
are other wise
much like his soul
and that of those in
the same shock as me
everyday
that this city is seeping
something unlike ketchup
Everything right now is
Except for me.
It looks like it was made from a chair leg.
He gave me two really
But they are one clever idea he had
That has now given me a sore throat.
Eerything right now is
Except for me.
I threw books across the hallway last night screaming at my roommate about how i know he took the basketball hoop off our front door and that the kids from the projects down fruity parking lot need a place to play. I had just been laughing very loudly not one minute before i saw an opportunity for rage. He accepted my apology and they all blamed it on the moon. I haven't been like this in years.
I tell
My self.
I'm sorry.
Everything right now is
Except for me.