not pretending, not leaving
simply being is a task
i am a hypocrite
i am bile and crime
you are my mirror, you
draw me in dirt. from mt. olympus
from way on high, we weren't meant for this
i know that we weren't meant for this
and heathen saviors, innocent damned
they all screamed for
broken eggshells
but they found no glue.
i found no glue.
this isn't arts and crafts, honey
so put your crayons down
eat them
melt them into torches and pitchforks
they weren't meant for this
but they'll do.
3 comments:
I miss you. You're blog reminds me of you and makes me sad. See you next friday yes?
oh, i forgot to comment on this when i first read it. this also radiates badass. you are a badass recently. porque? (eres-tu un sombrero?)
re: my thing - well you got a shoutout so you should be happy. the whole situation that inspired it was pretty shitty tho
phones are for squares, ichat is for cool kids
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