Note: Perhaps things become outdated when truisms are set into place & falsities are let out. OLD && OUTDATED; A NICE REMINDER OF THE FALSITIES IN LIFE :
EX#2://WRAPPING ONESELF UP IN COMMODITIES
continually, i chain smoke my marlboro reds covering myself in dust & ashes while i wrap myself up in hilighted note filled battered books & unravel my mind...& i am stargazing, fiending for my better days - those days before you drifted away - or perhaps; those days where your good parts stayed. & i don't know whether to be glad or sad, you do it in the most gentlest of ways...and this very emotion is what wears my tired soul down. (tom set's in oh he's a singing & oh he's a swaying: i don't think you'll come around here no more...)
god fucking damn it ! its yr blonde hair that i want to be wrapped up in ! not the books, not the lies && the pills that have brought our portions down so much. the dinosaurs are here and owls are there but i just want your hair everywhere ? i'm trying the best i can saving up my quarters for rainy days (which seem to appear everyday) yet you never tried to change me so why, why did i change you my little bukowski : i should have known you held the knife all along. my little platinum blonde cotton candy king pink shirt was the last i had ever seen and now yr gone stole the stiches you healed in this heart and it feels like death is biting at my ankles again and my blue blooded nature is slowly fading away from the coldness of tonight causing my eyes to fade to grey. my platinum blonde orange candy breeding king i want to fall asleep in yr hair again but all i can think is how i'm the one you believe made the cancer set in next the pains filled in your belly onto more and more tumors please remember dear, i am not your marla singer. . . but let me tell you that on this very moment in this dark crisp feeling night that i must say, those thick sticky maple syrup dripping sap-filled eyes are still haunting me. be kind - kill it please.
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