bidding starts at $19.95. And while the survey says 'cheers and applause' another hour dies. Jacking off again. 40 oz in the fridge. Have these dreams
with your grin and now I'm almost over it soon you'll set me free and raise a flag half mast I'm so stupid and speechless and burned out, sedated and faceless and
stayed the same We faded and faded Now nothing remains As we breathe our last breaths And kiss our goodbyes Remember us buried Alive? I?m wasted as These city blocks These Blockbusters And
drinks before I drown Bottoms up and spirits down Have my words lost all weight? This is weighing on me Have I got nothing left to say? And on the 13th
in my sloping brow and forehead? I'm missing all the missives because I'm stone dead. We're fuck ups and perverts, we're dickweeds and drunks, drowning
Walking dead on two burned feet do you have anything left to say to me? from barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs from
it's raining You use a lot of heavy words that never get you anywhere The circumfile needs cycling Another year has lived and died Through blue tangled
life? Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses. Another year will pass us by. Making sense of nothing, in defense of something. I laughed too late and
deck the halls with drunken folly swallow resolutions line our stomachs with illusions car engines sputtering like these smoke filled dreams mistletoes and colored lightbulbs and
explode. And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris is grownups like them and losers like me. And what's left in the smoke and the falling debris is grownups like them and
Hey mike i wish i could help you figure something out but it's been too long since we spoke your sarcasm radiates unhappiness so withdrawn and rooted
time to melt you haven't said a single thing a six month recurring dream oil stains glisten in this light fluorescent yellow blue and red it's not worth
this is delivered with courage muddled in tension lashed out in honesty someone come and save me i'm dying to tell you this kills it forever we were already dead and
had a shower in 23 days. like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late. a look like a stale face from a fresh grave with a chip on my shoulder and
up but sideways for now. The rise and fall and gentle drops precipitation never stops i pulled the clouds inside me and now it's raining again. cried
since fucking sunday sinking feelings drinking early stinking septic stinking like a dream spoken outside in outside voices struck silent into shruddering and
