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and fuck! tom! brady!

then suddenly, i am alone, in the truest sense of the word, with nothing else to hear or watch— just shadows like an inmate that's finished his term

i was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling i remember the feeling of the muse less existence of the drunk, bored, and listless, endless waiting for something that i knew wasn't coming

it's logic that's twisted and paraphrased and justified by a distance that separates a bond, bound of persistence

funky music playing in my head

you've been ducking and dodging, but you can't come home no more that key you've got won't fit this lock no more you've been ducking and dodging, but you can't come home no more that key you've got won't let you in my door

no industry, nor instiution, and no city it's all community

the pink tube of paint called flesh used in portraits of chairmen of boards and men who clean up streets named after those who fought for erasing the lives they now claim to protect

mamacita, take from me what i stole oh, i get a look from you that strips me to a blank page in my soul like the left-open window, ignored it cuts to my core when i see you cry

this next's one called freebird ii.

will it end this way? will it end this way? will the epitaph say "insufferable"?

normalization, what am i thinking? immunization, power conditioning

who greets me first when i arise who, breaking into my half shut eyes

understood no confusion, you said it good undeclared doesn't know if it's live or dead undesired cannot see that its charm expired unconcerned when interest cannot be returned

oh, fear's taken over fears take him over fear's taken over fear's taking over

in and out of patience don't have enough to share sometimes on life itself, i'm neither here nor there

allow me to ponder the role i play in this pornographic spectacle of black death at once a solution and a problem

you’re an ancient now you're an ancient now you're an ancient now on your own

frying and abiding, i’m in your control like a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sunbathing animal a sun—

once just letters pressed in wet cement ink turned them to names on a debtor's list just loose leaves sat shakin' in a cell while cinder blocks, they pile all around

mid-sentence tremors, mind at its weakest one way of shaking off the thoughts that it sleeps with