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- Matt Misso no song. i just made it up in a text
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
VOWS
with this rig,
i deflate my ego
to have had and to have sold
to destroy and disobey
to throw it all away
rock bottom turns to quicksand
she told me
“it can always get worse”
then
she proved it
[ed. note: yeah this is way-ass thrown together. i’m gonna work on it and make it better and we’ll get it out there to ya]
RIP DAD
there is no constitution that is not deliverance
there is no delivery that is not from point a
to point z
and all points in between
x up and b down
down the stairs into the garage
with the bmw
that your father gave you for moving back home
and then took away
his last words were
don’t park it somewhere the top will get cut up
the top got cut up and all you could think about was how in the fuck you were gonna explain it to him
then you woke up the next morning as hungover as you’d ever been and found out that he was dead
whew. now you don’t have to tell him.
I see you swimming in white, luminescent sheets
I see the top of your head
From behind
Your golden hair
Shoulders
Back
The creme climbing the fair silken flesh
Most of your ass but it's barely obscured by the cloth
still ascending from your base
Ever up