old pictures and mothers. i think about how everyone comes from somewhere and you are sitting next to me drawing an owl. i've been here in this town since i was a child. there are so many children that are refusing to grow old.
dual accordions. like a duel. lucky dagger. we are lucky. we are all lucky. theres so much anticpation in showing you the devil.
i don't wanna go to work. i don't wanna go to church. i don't wanna go to war. i'm glad it kept me here. sometimes the things that keep you here can save your life. adhesive. i'm embarrassed about my injuries only at work when my band aids are apparent. neon. obtuse. intrusive. i think you're beautiful when you were in high school. people are so embarrassed when they evolve. cocoon.
i want to ride the city bus to nowhere because i never have. i want to hold your hand and window shop. mannequins. exposed breast in the mall. they know me there. i'm always laughing. bleed through my pages.
this music makes me feel like i'm in my fathers ford ranger pick up truck. riding with him on the way to work. to see the boy i was convinced i was going to marry. reading the anarchists cookbook. trying on his karate pants. the draw string was always too long. he was bigger than i am. most people are.
i can't change it. but take me seriously.
decode me. i need a ring i like the thought of endless because nothing is really permanent. not even permanent marker. mark it up. i'm all marked up. i'm okay with it. but take me seriously.
surprise me. you do a lot. i'm constantly impressed.
by you.
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