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John Fruit Snacks
05:29
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Crashing every holiday
My legacy’s a worse John Candy.
Drugged girl
Wrong number
I just made her cry even harder than she did before she met me telephonically.
What the heck is going wrong inside of me?
I don’t think I take this bullshit lightly anymore.
I am not your person
And I’ll never be anyone’s probably.
Vacuum advertisements showing dogs with short hair
Is it so great that you won’t care?
Are they so rich that they don’t care?
Am I considered versatile?
Is it dangerous to care?
Ugly in my driver’s license photo
Isn’t everyone though?
Sugarcoating never got me anywhere
Okay, maybe the dentist’s chair.
They always said nobody said that it’d be fair.
Where do I get off?
Stop.
I’m ready for my close up.
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Anemic Pinocchio
04:23
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Sandalwood candle smells like old laundry in 2003
The old me never would have noticed.
66 dollar pants that I’ve worn less than four times before
I’m becoming precisely what I never wanted to be.
Got forced a whiff of the difference as he sprawled his long legs on by
I knew this bridge on my nose was good for something
Just not realizing that there’s more than meets the eye to me.
He’s probably wondering, “Why doesn’t this guy say hi back to me?”
I’m really normal
I swear I’m not lying.
The whites on my nails just mean I need iron.
I’m more normal than normal
I can prove I’m not a liar.
This new beak on my face is just genetics.
This new crease in my pants
I don’t know where it came from
But I guess it’s been here all along.
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Peace Sign Emoji
05:57
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Vivid memories.
Blocks of lights
Distracted while driving it looks so tight.
Out of sync streets of blinkers
So pretty that I can’t even think.
I can’t.
Feels like I’m building something
Might be a mansion
Might be a Port-a-Potty.
Worst case scenario I look in a taped up mirror and see someone who is not me.
I see these letters spelled out
B-U-R-N-I-N-G
That’s what I will be doing later.
(Wait for me)
Probably fell in love over the course of a 12 minute conversation
Not that I was timing it
That would be really crazy.
Wouldn’t it?
Vivid memories.
Not so vivid to what I’m doing now.
I see these emblems scribbled out
Two fingers up, two fingers up, two fingers up, two fingers up
I sort of figured it out.
(Wait for me, baby)
I sort of, kind of think I figured it out.
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Oh, Lord
05:26
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Painted nails in a truck stop bathroom
I never thought that this would be my life
Suffice it to say
That I let out a big ass sigh of relief when both the jar heads in the bathroom with me walked away without confrontation.
Did you ever notice how the harshest of the hurricanes have the dorkiest of all the 19th century baby names?
Archibald and Eleanor and Harriet
The birthers of some devastation.
I now see the time I’ve wasted.
First person lost pet posters
They make an emotional roller coaster out of me every time that I see one
The brotherhood that they portray in soldier signup ads
They sort of make me want to be one
What else can I say?
Why am I so motherfucking gullible?
I think I’m in trouble.
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A River In Africa
04:14
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Do me a favor and call me Jack Link
I’m dehydrated.
And call me up a magnifying glass
I’m faded.
Call me gut wrenched
I got drenched in all of your spilled guts
And call me bad financially
It was worth the fuss
Suicide with butter knives and racing cars on foot
My cut and dryness just got hit by a bus.
But didn’t I tell you that it’s not a problem?
Looking for your car in the parking lot
And I’m pretending that I’m something I’m not
And I’m finding out some things about myself
The problem with that is it is all the things that I never wanted to know
And this parking lot’s becoming broad as rainbows.
Blinded by my timeline’s evil grin
I won’t know where to go
Lying to myself
The fifth step of denial
Opening up the floodgates
Now I’m ready for a smile.
A smile.
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266-9461
05:22
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Is it unhealthy if all your friendships are just competitions for who needs each other more?
Forgot exactly how I made the few connections I have now
But I remember phone numbers from two decades ago though at least
Maybe longer than that.
Some stupid asshole tells you not to smile
This is where your punk rebuttal would come in
But it’s been a while since I cared.
The thought of it should stick with me until I’m dead
Remembering tears shed in a Holiday Inn twin bed
But that’s just the beginning.
It’s not so much that I flew too close to the sun
The I and Us in Icarus
The only one that I can come up with
It’s dark.
It’s night.
The lights of planes
I thought that they were shooting stars
When we fly to Europe some wide eyed kid will think the same about us
Once I set my voicemail, I’ll die and that’ll be all that’s left.
The end.
That’s the end.
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Dum Dum
06:15
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Fucked up hair
And a polyester shirt with crab designs.
Walking into establishments where they know my name
I never thought that this place at the bar would be mine.
I rushed in so fast
I guess I really needed the attention.
Sorry about parking like a total jabroni
I guess it’s a good thing though
This joint’s off the beaten path
That means they won’t tow me
Right?
Root beer flavored Dum Dums for lunch
That’s all I had earlier
What a wacky decision that was.
“What a wacky little guy,” this hammered couple next to me is probably thinking.
The B story never tops the A
Everybody thinks that they are first in line.
I’m not complaining.
It kind of sucks but it’s actually fine.
Itching hard to be something special
Most times it just feels like I’ve peaked though.
Scratching skin
I just want to be an unscratched pillar
I’m filler though.
The comic relief.
Corn chip crumbs bouncing up and down my chest
Two months ago I claimed this was the Summer of me.
The only laugh I’ll have this week is slipping out my body.
I’m the comic relief.
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Al Murb Pocatello, Idaho
I guess we're doing this.
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