another saturday nightWriting a paper listin to Jimi wonderin where the hell the fun of being 20yrs old flat broke and creative went. My fingers are loose but my fuel is spent. There must be some kind of way out of here sure there is… on the business endanother saturday night
of a doobie. different night different shit it all feels the same. Vacant eyes stare without the intensity I’ve come to know… Did someone say my name? Nope… Just someone on the watchtower waking up as the wind cries Mary.
Who are you?Who are youWho are you?
that spells freedom so silently? Who are you
that sings in anguish and are always singing cause you’ve never known anything else? Who are you
that don’t know nothing but know enough to eat when there’s no food to converse without speaking to move without being seen to live without
being allowed to live? Who are you that broke thick black chains for thicker transparent rope? Who are you that broke the rope and turned to thank the roper?
If these things I don'
this guyEmotiontapped into the table of the turning tide house-voice inspired of a mannered bride a lotioned host and ravaged treat it's just another, bad dreamEmotion
oceans and motions and sightings rare something or other might have, I wouldn't dare solemn gestures, a subtle scream it's just another, bad dream
I motioned for a quoter of silent time you beat me to the punch and left me behind knitted jumper, scarf incomplete if left in a state, you'll disagree delivered promptly to the wrong address emotions smoothed with a sly finesse you lie waiting among the debr
No, I'm NotShe wants to tell them that they’re wrong. They’re wrong. She’s not who they think she is, not at all, and she sits on the bus, staring out the window and wonder when everything got so fucked up.No, I'm Not
Someone taps her on the shoulder. “Are you… ?” “No,” she says. “I’m not.” Because she isn’t.
They’re wrong.
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Love exists. Pain exists because of Love.
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