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Thanks, LA.

One day my shit will smell like roses.

The bag will live forever in the earth after I am done.

Big sleep to come But these rains aren't final yet. Planning trips like closing chapters The western sea rattles in my dreams.

When this stew refuses to cool And I can't annihilate my programming. When sales are up but business is low I can't think my way to bankruptcy. There is no pornography on this reality television And my followers are malfunction. So Am I. I wanna ctrl&alt&delete my 1's and 0's. Sleep is worship when it's supply and demand And I Renaissance whining. I squint myself something close to grain alcohol annihilation. When does sleep become antique?

I crack a beer open and enjoy the death rattle of summer. A sublime going out of happiness sale But I’m returning my proof of existence. I’m paying to watch my own melodrama And the series finale is a big wash up. Who watches this cramp anymore anyway? The fantasies I’m hoarding like rotting garbage Blossom as I crumble. New York festers this time of year Give me your souvenirs.

I'm living ongoing jokes with no punch line. When my six pack is done so am I. Tell me I'm beautiful and I'll ask for a refund But I'm holding on tight to disappointment. I'm stuck at the starting line wishing for the finish. I can't wait forever for nothing forever. Where is the version of me that isn't loading?

All these escapes leak out of your closet like bad weather And I catch your bottles while I finish my own. What's this? Oh what thirst! Your mouth keeps running like slutty faucets And I just want to fill it with my pride. What's this? Oh how entertaining! We keep stomping on our sandcastles And I don't know which stranger to turn to first. What's this? Oh why now? I keep hammering my disgust out of your porcelain thoughts And your cheap aesthetic won the boredom award. What's this? What kind of man am I? I have elevated a fraud to the crazy throne And I can't say I love you without a frown. Oh yes! What's this? I'm sitting in sad councils of one day at a time And you are the love I have no respect for. What's this? About time. Only blame the liar And I will eat my pie before I finish our toxic supper. What's this? Don't you think this night is beautiful? I'm venting promises into your derelict shelter And you can't say I didn't perform. What's this but an expensive lesson?

I'm feeling the lack of my own devices. There ain't any dancing in this discotheque. I'll gladly drive this problem to graduation. All the friends I am losing have faulty GPS but my data collection isn't helping. The darkness at the end of the tunnel isn't very bright. I'll swim in murky waters as everything else shits on stage. Where are all the coupons for this going out of friends sale? I'll throw a kiai at their mixed bag of self service. Lemme just say I told me so.

I'm hard of hearing and my love mumbles. Suicide by life is trending on all forms of social malaise. Sharpen my happy dagger and I'll wherefore you up against a wall. I am winning the war against lessons I thought I learned already. The night is my submissive. I tie up all my snowflakes.

Where's my reset button? There must be a trick for this dungeon or I'm just a bad lifer. Up, down, left , right, hold onto love and never forget. I've reached the 34th level but I have no new powers And a voice is calling saying its dinner time. I'm not hungry, I'm just tired. Do you know a code for that? I thought this was supposed to be fun.

I fill my stomach with joy because it’s easy. This place is such a low grade hell that it barely hurts. I abolish all the things I can turn to when no one bids high enough on my bottom shelf. Let me introduce you to my hang ups. I am going to cancel all my memberships And revoke my little paradise. Why run when you can give up? <- insert wisdom here. I’ve hit the emergency stop on this mutual letdown ride And I don’t have the sense of direction to find my marbles. I think this is the exit.

My life is like white butter but for the name calling And my love is perfect but for the bubble and my insane halo. The gnashing teeth block out the reverie I dream up on my long walks. Can I take something with me to the long silence at the end? When I can conjure up a life by button pushing on a smartphone My absent birthday cake is fine. Here is the advance payment on my meaningless future. I attempted my least worst.

I don't need help wandering down dark alleys Good advice doesn't save me from my life. There is verbal shit trailing my mistakes And some call it praise. Can I be an asshole please? Will you hold me to my word? My comeuppance needs accounting And I'm not big enough for pedestals. Save me from your wisdom.

I'm a long distance marionette pulling my own strings And though I'm dancing I'm performing for bored robots. My sleep schedule is becoming a math problem to solve My bleary eyes show my work. When the sirens bleat at me to wake up When I stumble away from my lover's perfect ass I know that the dawn is a fascist. Don't forget to smile at the ones staring at their cellphones. Be polite to those never coming back. Let them eat cake. I nod and nod And show how much it matters by nodding again. When the end result is just the end I save myself for my private marionette show Her perfect ass And two nights with no dawn.

The price of detergent has risen due to this war on grime But I pay their doom tax And complain about the weather while my rice takes too long to cook. We are all just garbage in the wind but I'm still uplifting when hearts are black. Dinner and laundry are news worthy And suicide is sometimes a casual conversation. My friends are all moving And meeting new people sounds exhausting. Dog droppings spread on the pavement And then we step on bath mats. I'm not indifferent to these romantic beggars But caring is hard and I can't multitask. How many of the resident cockroaches end up in my salad? Because I don't eat meat but I do wear leather And when the wine is low, life feels very long. My clock must be slow. When do I beat this game?

There is lost time to sleep on After I have fueled my trip to the lush house. I buy fast food chain burritos and eat like a pauper. My lover says she does nothing But she sharpens my pencil And I nap through the sunset. Happiness sounds like snake oil And godhood is in the bedroom.