Scrap thoughts and musings from a man whose earliest memory is of wanting to die.
These have π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶π̶π̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶ ̶π̶π̶π̶π̶π̶ purpose.
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Lights out.
The band forgot their instruments and Charlie broke the keyboard anyway.
Ocean worn. Salty and corroded at the corners. Edges like battery rot. One side has been outright bitten. Tatters of kelp peel away. A black box warped by blacker depths. There you are. Looking For My Teeth.
A heart aches For the flames Literal kick-start Clutch Back and forth Heel on heart Heel on black tar Down girl, down Drag this thing around Bits of flesh Scrape behind a dumpster darling Grinning, road rash Infects us all To look up at lightning Might be the way to die Sizzling tin cans Charred big turks Old shirts Questionable stains Just like me Down wash me away Grind me further into Glistening asphalt A treat for the crows
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