when the saints go marchin in

we should be tripping,
we should be running our fingers thru paint

or blood, i'll untie my mouth, silence my fingers, we should escape, whatever happened to the revolution?  unbutton eyes, the aching lung, where is the pizza?  the stomach pain always, draggin rocks in stomach and cop eyed the jameson on the el train, back seat, & smiled.  that was tite, who are you? paper airplame ribs & slack jaw

i am

hiding.

careful about that thing, robot, encrypted, give me the number, the socialyl secure, Burger King Bank Trust McDubble Shit Mourning, funhome, i hate this fucking-  but the music, spinning thru the air is enough, the smella green cooking, the pizza is coming and the whiskey is hittin my stomach fierce and hard, im fucked up drunk, everybodys drinkin good right now

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everybody's doin pretty good right now. stone broke and fucked. more money and drinkin it right up. outta job and havin a ball. workin all the time, no money. heartbroken, stupid in love, joyful hermitage, the brotherhood, takin cara shit, fuckin shit up, the dog eats rat poison or the baby stops breathin or you fall offa railin and break yr face. the city is creeping under our feet.  take care of these poor robots. take care of these pour souls.  we should be tripping right now. the steel trains, all the time, are they made outta plastic? i am melting plastic, i am caustic spastic, what were we just playin? do you remember that at all? my mouth, silence, fingers, i am a fucking liar, you are a fucking liar, we are fucking liars so just shoot me in the fucking mouth please. there are all these humans crowded together and you forget hundreds of faces a day. there are hundreds of faces a day you forget, a sea of surging plastick.  paper dollars change hands. and the body machine breaks down. everybody will leave you and the saints go marchin on in.   im doin good right now. im doin real good.

"come pick me up. i might be dead. im in a car, come get me"

we should be tripping...

the sun was halfway up and he was choking on drool and hair in the bathroom the cops woke me up the dude had said he had found the guys who shot up his house just before he came and dropped of the shit why did - fuck is goin on here? what happened back there? what is this shit?

reevaluate. step back. i been playin a lotta music, yea. have you listened?---like a panic, like i needta get outta this room. tight dude. so many things goin on that day, drag bar whatsitcalleda bachelorette party readin a poem and shit- where is the pizza? i am fat girl in mirror, my tits are so fucking huge its ridiculous. who is this? what is going on? stop saying those things! but when i look in the mirror, i say, fuck you, im goddamm fuckin beautiful too, i am stupid brilliant human, not robot, and fuck it fuck it fuck it and to hell with it and my body is dying anyway. knees bad frm kneelin backsore frm sleepin on floor? am i real? the cellualr attachment. too much like addictive. stop counting everything.

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masturbated in the shower at church camp calling from the future its new years

i cant hear what you're saying, im hearing a wailing guitar!