They see me coming ..
Boss man knows me, I’ll be back tomorrow…
Mmmmhm.
And?
I’m sorry, I can’t hear you very well through this stained glass…
AND?
Just a pair of eyeballs attached to a grin, out in the bush, right at dusk.
I make a little noise in the twigs and leaves as I follow you, I try not to, but no one’s perfect..
I stay behind the tree line.
With the other animals
(There it isssssss)
Mmm 😔
And if I tell you
“I have to”?
That’s bitch talk, right?
No strength in the slimey.
Reconcile that within yourself..
But if I tell you
“I have to”
It’s because of all the other things out in the trees, the stuff you can’t see.
Objects and entities and little pieces ,frozen in time.
Lllck
Suck your tongue off the roof of your mouth, Make that sound
“pop “
But with an L…
Lots of little wrinkles in the brain..
Yours and mine both.
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Oh this fucking town.
If you could see what I’m seeing right now…
It’s not even out of the ordinary here.
I know them well..
Beautiful slice of the Earth,,,
Maniacally dysfunctional little machines walking around..
Maybe even crazier than the homeless you see in cities..
Because these guys follow the rules, they hold down trash jobs and keep up trash lives,
They’re not miserable because they don’t know any better.
Don’t know annnnnything else..
I know em
dawn 