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I got another text from my dog again, he wants to know if maybe he can cop a gram (or two).
Dropped acid but thought it time to lift base, drinking Drano tends to make my little belly race (away).
Got tired, poured my glass out into the sink, went to go ice fishing on a skating rink (fell through).
Caught a salmon airman trout but I caught a cold, drained the lake so I could let my feet soak.

Come on. A broken leg or broken wing or chance to move on.

Bleached asshole but he dyed his hair, see the seapunk band wearing band underwear (no tattoos!).

I thought when I came home for Christmas, my bed would feel just as warm;
I'd sneak some box wine with my brother and it'd be just like before.
So we drank and played Gamecube in the basement
and I forgot why I used to hate him.
But all my things were inside boxes and I noticed it was cold out.
My parents move out in the spring so where do I call home now?

I went to see some high school friends, the winter drive was wonderful.

Many in the hands of the few—
what box can we put you into?
Combed, culled, and cataloged away,
don't start, there's nothing to say.

'cause here's what's alright to think,
and here is what bands can play.
Look good when you're throwing up in the sink.

Stop please, handing
all this future trash to people you don't know.
Busy, visibly
jerking off to all the thoughts in your own head.
Don't see human beings,
only obstacles to where you're going.
Sidewalk's bike cops
giving tickets to the safer community.

I know something you don't, after you told it to me yesterday.
Cars and cops are not real, nothing's as real as basketball.
I live in a time trap where my software never gets updated.
I got so many temporary tattoos, I forgot I had real ones.

The set of all sets is the empty set.

I don't get out of bed for anything less than a pataphor.

Sometimes this body feels like a curse,
an abstraction of what I really am,
a clean input with skewed output,
each turned thought and best-laid plan.

Eating dirt and drinking puddles
like I feel like I deserve
isn't gonna help me feel like less of a mess