Wasteland Writers

<h1>they are all powered with LED lights. You can make it from cardboard</h1>

<p>the longer i look at tje moon is too wild for me man, yesterday blue mu mind and I need to not think lol!</p>

- 2013 -

<strong> of wasteland publishing </strong>

a layer of 

tears

splashed

on glass;

drizzle

the pavement 

glistened

somewhere our in this storm

and american glaf 

was

Down down on the range, we  could've made it rain

insane as we were in perfect harmonious ordero, but you didn't know, I was a shit husvand, I oiir man. I have acome t actively take place.

That sunlit nights once lit the mornings like kerosense,

So beautiful becasue you almost hoped it would set you on fire

And you can just burn like straw men in the crop fields

All you ever wanted. 

I'm not sure if thats a life, who am I to say its not,

And age makes us uncaring doesn't it

A month ago you were exciting,

I wanted to tell you.

Theee days I usually only tell myself

I listena lot but i dont share

You can't if you are me

The horrible things are just unnatural,

Like how you scream all night in your dreams

That  sound

So 

Awful'

So real

And no matter how big of a liar you really are

I'm sure I'll never know

But the one thing i'll always know is real 

is your screaming at night, just screaming and screaming and the sound itself takes more and more of my life away. 

I'm tired of stairwells and sick halls and emergency rooms and every day new tragedy, when your thoughts are eahc like shard of glass they are so negative that you need a whole new filter and thats not chemical thats up to you. 

No one screams like RIch Wiley pissing himself on the bathroom floor at that party where the ambulance came and one-eyed shaggy sat with me in the stair welll and talked life.'''

No, you're no Rich Wiley, but you got me  dreanched bone deep in your was, your outlook, and if you dont' learn to smile than i'll just have to smile double, i;ll be damned, ill be damned. '

Selfish generation.

Remember that the burds will always fly and that they use the magnetic oile of the earth, 

So do I i

Its how I found my way in and out of every stiution 

Blue jeans highiway, saw billy dean stooped down over a flower

are you  unimpressed,

I'm unimpressed 

I'm not unimpressed with this world

God I love this world

It is aliveef

the whole thing a system

the ancients were right about everything

if they were right about blood rituals I;d left you oosacrifice me

as long as you promised to drink all of my blood

you can have me like that now

ii belive in mystic blood and I want you to live

before it all goes to hell

and it will

all go to hell

but i;m paralyzed

i have a heart and i cant overpower it

I temember drinking wine out in the graveyard so long ago

those days were so simple

perfect

if only we could all go

if only we could all go back 

tho those days when we were drinking wine in the cemetary.

everyone in the underground

was busy locking themselves in shabby rooms

creating art from shadow

drugging

doors blaring

and

we

are

even

now

running out of it

exposire of well intentioned

dream believers

and promises

gone, when once they shone under night

and starlight.

TELL ME IT WAS YOU!

TELL ME IT WAS YOU WHO BROUGHT DOWN THE MOON

AND RAISED UP THIS WICKED SUN

all those fantasies of night flaking away under the hear of the day

oh and why did we do it

oh why did we do it

but we did it,

and pandora's box is still spilling

and the will always 

be

just a little

more

time,

just

a little 

more time

for regret

time is time and

we are

even

now 

running out of it

CITY NIGHTS to the left of me, all the bums swim out in,

An ocean of moonlight, with a current so strong that, 

I'm swept nearly off my feet, beneath the unforgiving grandfather skyscraper always disapproving, 

And why not telling eruptions, total holy angel, wild as demons, screaming that the streets are our church, the streets are our church, the street are out church, and

Screaming Godi is found, in the city everywhere, inside the breath of bench sleepers