Surprise…I stepped outside and it was raining tonight.
How many times have you tried to fuck me in your mind? Because no matter how good technology gets, people haven’t yet figured out how to firewall their minds. That’s the difference between you and I. I can get inside you without touching you. Chances are, if you’ve thought of getting inside of me, I already know how you taste.
Stop listening to what other people say. They talk shit when they don’t know direction and they don’t know what to do. Don’t let their self-doubt project onto you. Don’t wear it. It’s not my problem what people can or can’t get behind. I’ve got shit to do. Doubters are gonna doubt. Haters are gonna hate.
I always get erratic when I realize there’s a part of the journey I have to take alone and I’m scared to take it alone. Man up. Stop resisting. You end up doing what needs to be done anyway. You always knew it was lonely at the top. That’s why you were born a twin.
Do it for the money or the love
For the glory of him above
For the ones who came before
Or the ones who follow after
For the start of the quest
Or the close of a chapter
For the road not taken
For the ghost of the father
For a blind mother’s burden
For the wounds of the brother
Though the palms of your hands
Can hold no water
When the footsteps you take
Move the destination farther
When you seek one answer
But believe in another
When you see into me
And think only lover
Time flows not straight
In plain sight is the best cover
When the two sides flip
It’s still the coin that recovers
When it’s time to move up find a tower
When it’s time to move down find a well
When there’s no flow stay still
When life opens its eye…pull the trigger.
My fire is on the verge of turning blue. Just like we are on the verge of November. And the sudden rain today, when I stepped outside and breathed in the smell of wet concrete. Possibility. The metal taste of a blue flame, flicking inside my mouth like a reptilian tongue.
Cool scales, a steel heart. It takes only a split second for me to turn. Blue is the hottest part of the flame. And the coldest. Laser. Just give me a reason.
karma police…arrest this man. He talks in tongues, and poses like a friend. He’s like a detuned radio.
(this is what you get)
(this is what you’ll get)
when you mess with me.
karma police…I’ve given all I can. It’s not enough. I’ve given what I can but we’re still on the payroll.
this is what you get.
this is what you’ll get.
when you mess with me…
Was walking in downtown SJ last Friday and this guy on a bike rides by and yells into a crowd…”Let’s get white girl wasted!”
Melancholy. As opposed to meloncauli, a failed fruit-veggie gum flavor. One of those days I wish I could play an instrument because my mood is in shades, not words today.
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experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.