i take a deep breath but it is not air that i breath all the time
just sometimes its air
other times its carpet
yeah were the feet have been
other times when i breath in its sugared herringbone patterns mistaking
gift for gallows the heads didn't die immediately
blinking skin clothed the eyes then didn't
and again not once but later
and what will take them home or not
so they calamity
brands wanting to be liked
too lost in the cast sown calls to carry real current but the wanting to makes them sieve
themselves its aesthetics
sometimes its pins heart level made of metal rounded thrusting outward
craving inward
lines and colors and
commands and rules
lick to break not knowing the difference between
bees and birds
just things that aren't them and they die so easily
a weakness to be forgiven for and with the money their paying you
the world is going to burn anyways
the righteous believe else where so fuck it
and be post modern don't care of the air and water
even tho the need for both is yes
and care
just sometimes its air i take a deep breath even tho is it air or is there always and ever will be
them there and their mistakes assuming the air and its air
like the old ones wanted to do
as they always wanted
being everything
leaving a little dick in the air is always and could be the cartridge fired everlasting its' always wanted
like gin is different from wine
and the two hands look the same but are different
you know the difference from fascism and freedom is that
there is only two things instead of plenty
the one that works and the
you don't care about politics when your neck is broken
or your bent or beyond or you have a dislocated rib
its the other end they get you with fat and breathing tie draped instead of tied
i take a deep breath but its not always air that i breath
it will take your kill and eat right after
or your kill is the eat has it forgotten the game being played by them then
unfortunate
the russians won then
i take a deep breath but its not the air that i breath all the time
just sometimes its air
other times its carpet
yeah were the feet have been
other times when i breath in its sugared herringbone patterns mistaking
gift for gallows the heads didn't die immediately
blinking skin clothed the eyes then didn't
and again not once but later
and what will take them home or not
so they calamity
brands wanting to be liked
too lost in the cast sown calls to carry real current but the wanting to makes them sieve
themselves its aesthetics
sometimes its pins heart level made of metal rounded thrusting outward
craving inward
lines and colors and
commands and rules
lick to break not knowing the difference between
bees and birds
just things that aren't them and they die so easily
a weakness to be forgiven for and with the money their paying you
the world is going to burn anyways
the righteous believe else where so fuck it
and be post modern don't care of the air and water
even tho the need for both is yes
and care
just sometimes its air i take a deep breath even tho is it air or is there always and ever will be
them there and their mistakes assuming the air and its air
like the old ones wanted to do
as they always wanted
being everything
leaving a little dick in the air is always and could be the cartridge fired everlasting its' always wanted
like gin is different from wine
and the two hands look the same but are different
you know the difference from fascism and freedom is that
there is only two things instead of plenty
the one that works and the
you don't care about politics when your neck is broken
or your bent or beyond or you have a dislocated rib
its the other end they get you with fat and breathing tie draped instead of tied
i take a deep breath but its not always air that i breath
it will take your kill and eat right after
or your kill is the eat has it forgotten the game being played by them then
unfortunate
the russians won then
i take a deep breath but its not the air that i breath all the time