lottery

tomorrow is a big day, of course there's a plethora of shit that's arisen and has decided to take a stab at my life.  go fucking figure.

Girl

O God High in your fields above earth Come and be real for us You with your mind Oh yes you are Beautifully fine O Girl Electric witch you are Limp in society's ditch you are Visually fine Oh yes you are But mentally dying O boy Just like a boat you are Sunk but somehow you float you do Mentally weak Oh yes you are But so much speak

swimming the dead sea

And the olive trees, for the locust devoured them as well
You will not let me die
Why not
The trees and fields have been picked dry yet you keep me here for what
To sit at your side. Let me die young and empty of days
Bury my bones under the bare olive tree
Let my name rest on the tip of your tounge
As the night captured our still voices
The contrast of the sky locks our eyes one last time





I remember when days used to be easier. As if there was something to wait for. Feels like i've found it and it was a rotten gift stuffed in my gut. Depression is a killer but i hold the gun. i remember driving all over the road to hear this fucking song fill my ears. Each time was like the first, i still remember the time that they played the church and played it twice. Music to my ears. The sun has set on the golden years of my life, but maybe i'm just wearing some really dark shades. I've got a big grave to jump out of. Maybe though this is why people like me don't make it past 27.

I've got to make it past 2012 and 2014 so it seems. One of those years might be my lucky break.




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