I'm hung up on honesty
and you're hung up on lying
and tell me, which is worse?

Yes!
I'll admit
that I believe
in an objective reality
filled with objects and events

and yes, this is relevant.

This is about reality.
This is about the
love of a woman for a child
and no, I don't mean Teacher Gangbang 4.
This is about living, and dying,
and everything in between.
This is about what you're not telling me.

year-end maneuvering and methamphetamines

this time of year
my thoughts are filled
with maneuvering
huddled together in dark corners
speaking to each other
in whispers about cats.

this time of year
i promise myself
"this year will be my last"
and cease my use of
meth-amphetamines.

this time of year
i sparkle.

this time of year
my thoughts are filled
with withdrawal symptoms
from coffee and cigarettes
and beautiful, sweet
crystallized sex.

Like a New Limb

Like a new limb:
hey! Touched for the very first time...
and the spirit is strong,
but the flesh is weak,
and I just. can't. hold back.

The pressure is on,
the clock is running,
and we're all fleeing cellular long division,
waiting for degredation
and subsequent loss of control.

song idea

here i stand

face pressed between my hands

staring at you
with him
in the back of my head

here i make

a name for myself

as a man
who shows
incredible self-restraint

(and) i want you to know
that there's no end
to the road i'm on

here i watch

as you tear me apart

and my only solace
is a bottle
of (liquid) apathy

here i stand

night air between my hands

staring at you
alone
in the back of my head

(and) i want you to know
that there's no end
to the road i'm on