Oh eat me! goddamn it! my fucked up living quicksand
Oh eat me! goddamn it! my fucked up living quicksand
surround me with the noncompliant and the worrier the suicidal the judges of judges
feed me the morals of the long lost dead through the tongue of the living’s fretful
how I hate this bullshit bullshit radiowave sinner
It’s been a winter of nor’easters and school shootings and missing people with bread for breakfast when I actually could finally eat anything
all these phenomena are deeply ambiguous but there is a popular rage now sleep when the sun comes up work while your feet hurt
people are throwing percentages out there like we’re all some kind of goddamned wristwatch getting turned and turned wound up, like little maniac cocks
I can’t wait to have a few dollars again I will take girls out and be crazy I will see 4 bands for 12 bucks No more eating dog shit or drinking kerosene I will steal lines from Zen monks
no more ghosts just a present and a future and a big peeling grin and a fucking sun that’d I’ve missed, even forgotten was still out there somewhere out there warming space
