as koreatown burns to the ground i stand on the sidelines listening to the sound of the people in streets in sheets with beliefs and wonder how these creeps will justify their receipts maintain their shocked grief as they say they do koreatown's on fire this time it's true
and they hold our lives in the palms of their hands sweaty and wrinkled and made in iran they've got guns to the right and murder in their eyes this is the sound when elephants cry take 'em out kobe style at least we used to koreatown's on fire what are you gonna do?
Cosmos is a flower and not just outer space they come in chocolate, red and gold they put a smile on her face they're prettier than other annuls and much much much more rare they're hard to find, hard to get then they die - why care? there are much more common flowers be they white or beige or blonde the thing you love - it always dies its there and then its gone.
your heart is encased behind a solid concrete wall surrounded by a massive moat— brimming within of burning lava. i can't get through— i can't get past— i can't get in— no one can get in— a something friendship with nothing to lose your glorious freedoms your meticulous heart unfettered still pure... maybe slightly corrupted and confused and twisted up— seeking hydration until thoroughly quenched
She knelt on the other side of the canvas tarp —advertising a budweiser sponsored volleyball competition down on the beach— and was sucking on a bamboo reed with the flat of her slightly exposed pink tongue, in preparation for playing her wooden ebony clarinet.
"nice embouchure" I smirked, while forcing myself to finish a mint ice tea, I ordered specifically for the caffeine… "Thankth! Cahn I buy you anuthza?" she lisped, reed still in place, "I haven't even finished with this, and I might not finish it at all— I don't really like mint" She removed the reed and offered to blow me. Nice embouchure, indeed.
these women never cease whether or not you pay them whether or not you're good to them they never give you what you really want not their body- for bodies always get old. not their mind- for minds often grow feeble. not their spirit- for their spirit can be weak. but their respect- everlasting in response for your honesty for your love for your patience for your humor for your effort for your success these women never cease
she brings the pain but not in a good way she brought this wrath down on herself alone i'm gonna fuck all her women and ruin all her men i understand now exactly what she does and why she does it it makes her human i embrace a genuine rush of power now knowing i could crush her sexy ass
Through QB silly how one wonders; writes tentatively all about the sound clattering clacking riotous vomit hurling racket between the cars between the ears it's a question of degree quietly I listen even quieter I expound flashing lights mean nothing My world is down. Under. Above. Anything but right here, Right now.
I do go on Dour and humorless Scarred and overly private Friendless and privileged Situationally disadvantaged Socially retarded For all to revisit Should they stumble upon me My inaccessibility Mechanical measures taken Ensures my demoness' Won't be disconnected again
The nutrition Daily without thinking Disturbing like a cold chill Disturbed like raised flesh The riptides mellifluous Aroused and soaked through Weighted down Tender and heavy The freezing calm Combative and sweaty A storm is brewing A warm front An unholy humidity A heavy burden A realtime disaster A funeral
where the living breathe, there is more to see and more to do. one must trust but not completely. a missed opportunity can ruin a whole day. tingling from head to toe, i could never be heard from again.
like a Buñuel nightmare like a Bosch daydream like a limping lizard like a child…
like a Dali stopwatch like a road to ruin like a solid gold erection like a heart that's been broken like a heart that's still healing like a handful of ashes like a goddamn foul ball like my life before you