this house is the place where the spiders collect
where the silverfish breed in dust
cloud cakes cloud over
the build up builds up
and takes over
and the floor sticks to your feet
the out leaks in
through the broken and busted
it sneaks in through the many cracks and holes
thicky sticky icky
sicky
sick from junk
you can feel the funk
you can feel the clams
takes on like leeches
you can taste the salt
as it leaves you dry
one more layer of yuck over the last layer of yuck
drip drop drip drop
drip drip drip
drain drain drain
chicken- off with your head!

turn it up- everything around us is dying

radio inside the girl stay between this wet urge like lazy is nice only beside void hold time we body move bodies electric

the end

i won't write this where you can read it
cause if i did
you would and i don't want any kind of connection with you -
not now. not anymore.
cause i love you too much
and i need to get over you.
cause i love you too much
and it hurts too much
and you don't wanna hear any of it because
of this and that excuse
but really it's because i'm not what you want.
i'm asking for you to tell me
and you tell me i'm asking too much-
a day later
with no sleep
and a broken heart -
feeling miles apart
and i can't stop crying
--
there is no more to write

go away - i don't want your shit love

i deleted your number
and all the messages
your hot and cold
back and forth
here and there
really hurts me.
with little explanation of why
-other than that is who you are-
yes, it is who you are
...when it comes to me
and
i see it as i am not the one for you-
to grow close only to be pushed apart
leaves me feeling unwanted - unimportant --- like nothing
like i don't matter to you -the way you matter to me
and it's now in your distance
that i need to move on.

tremble on...

Audacious- timorous
overt- covert
vacuous- sententious
virtuoso- tyro
ambiguous- perspicuous
loyalty- apostasy
?
back &
forth
&          back
back to back
back to front
back to lack          
stack the rack
with
L
 a
   C
      K.
Back to Yak.
Fade to Black
on track to
N O N E

got daddy issues

you remind me of my father.

work your way
up up up
so you don't have to be around

greg the pickup artist

you...
pick up
stick up
flick up
the next girl
and over
over again...
i can't trust
i can't lust
i must
get you away
from me.
today is through
yesterday and few
those times i knew
who you are
and what youve always been.
i can't trust this
i can't trust you.
period.
exclaimation point!!
!!!

!

you won't read this
(i'm glad)
all this words you'll miss
lips i want
but
don't want to kiss
You make me sick
(dick)
(lick)
you trick.

ha

no more

goodnight.
the end.