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Sick to my stomach
I’m trying to find the cure for me
Trying to find more mint to drip in my tea
I am bored and boring
And walking around in superstores is my idea of having fun.
Why am I so damn dumb?
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking for someone who slightly feels the same.
Freedom in the way we walk and talk
That’s probably all I want.
And all I’ve always wanted anyway.
Last night I got all persuaded
Today I broke the law.
Tomorrow claims it is unlucky
Yet I’m finding face up pennies everywhere.
I’m a quasi germaphobe so of course I am not picking them up
I’ve already hit the jackpot.
Zero cents to my name
Just a thought to think.
But I don’t think I’d need to anymore
I’ve got an inkling that I’ve found some mint for my tea this week.
Finally.
Even though it’s probably packing up and leaving soon
I take a swig
I’m guilty.
I didn’t know what to say or do
I thought Birkenstocks were just oversized socks and not shoes.
“What a fucking moron,” most people would think.
But four times of a million
Whatever I am is celebrated.
Whatever this is
I like this.
This is fun.
Whatever this is
This is something.
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Loud + Scary
03:27
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I’ve never been to the East Coast but I have an urge to move to Pittsburgh.
There’s something gleaming in the water there
I’m sure.
I’m racing my friends to the grave
I feel so damn selfish but I just don’t think that I’d do as good without them as they would without me.
I’m a key straight locked inside the car
Forgotten.
I was too pouty.
Looking for the answers as I hang all alone
A cheat sheet needed of everything I’ve ever known.
Face glued to my phone
It failed.
I’m lonely.
I should read more books
But when I do I never want them to end.
Tried to be different
I’m the same.
I’m sorry.
I should watch less TV
I am a capitalist’s wet dream.
Everything I’m into is loud and scary.
Frightening, frightening, frightening, frightening.
Like a corporate executive needs marrow from a lamb
Sometimes I just need to hear I’m loved the way I am.
Too bad everyone I know signs up to be hurt far too often
Myself included.
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Al Murb Pocatello, Idaho
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