running into walls i kep disipating into dust and fumes


bone and broken stories


gassed and laughing a buck twenty down the I10







it never fails






dreams kill me




but all i exist in are dreams


a dream inside a dream between what is and what it seems
balance should be everything
i hit the wall and heard you freedom ring



beside the shards of my refrain



i can't let it go, we're both insane

fucked joker grin of a broken heart beat


it beats silence in the sound of a nailgun and liqoured intimacies
waiting for what will not find its way to me



waiting for what will not happen





dreams kill me


and i exist in the dream



making me a stupid, dumbshit, goddam motherfucker
don't say my name unless you take joy in shooting a bastard in the back nevermind the thoughti can feel take me breaking me open in your mind you'll also find i'm nothing but a disease infected defective acid injected broken down styrofoam nold of a man
standing only with the support of hooks and chains and tasty brains thinkin' blind all you'll find are my fucked up remains


it seems when i took a bite



i bit the grenade






now that the dream crumples up










i can be perfect again

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