no squares three days
this tea wont take the rust out my throat
on parole
a big blizzard
i am wearing lipstick
and a suit
like a killer
in church, i am raising my harm
to bless the plastic baby dollar
he said three years in germany,
with time off for good behavior,
hope no empty mailbox
a bad trip
we live this way
she makes money
she is not a drunk
it must be okay
i wonder why they are still entangled
i will see her strapped up by her
and then i drew a rope down from the
why don't we make sum more things
to complicate simplify fancify yr life
for paper paper paper munnies
does batman ever beat up cops for harassing young dark kids?
the voices you can hear that i can't,
what do they tell you?
maybe you're not mad, maybe you just don't fit
just didnt want the china,
wanted to taste the sweater
and the paint
no bad trip
they said you were beautiful
should slit yr throat
and that's okay too-
sometimes we shouldnt let these things matter so much
every day, with the rituals,
cross yourself, shaker salt, it will keep you safe,
lighta cig, gotta keep my hed on straight-
it's hey, sit at your place
you belong to the united states
try leaving- where are you gonna go
where someone doesnt claim yr body
with an army to boot you
in face
dont worry,
if you buy it it will make her happy
so shiny shiny
they are falling out of windows somewhere
hanging by their ties
from all the tree stars
all
lit up
like christmas
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