i was the working title

who did you think i was?
please protect my hands you begged
take the cover and smash it into the brick
hush
there's a world i can't be party to
dark marbled pounds of black and white
eighty eight, i believe
don't trust my forehead but trust my snakeskin eyes
i cave
you cave
he caves and she caves too
we all cave cardboard living
and box the misty moot points about the wife


move on
move in
pick the dust off the album cover and croon the old tunes

alternate eyeteeth

cusps and bifocals

sap

stability

i was off doing stuff and being really normal in the last few years. was remarkable in its dullness. not that i wish misery on anyone but there are brief moments of creative angst that get art done that i missed. how's that for fucked up.
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e.g. scooters, holidays, autumn

mmm...holidays
no. wait wait wait...scooters

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

looking for one wee z0t ill
where might you be sha doo be
home? soon
the rooves look pretty in a european way