A guitar pedal,
A good talk,
A brain chemistry,
A big fat “fuck you” to the resistance.
Re
Ziss
Tance…
That’s you…
When you wanna be….
Maybe not all the time…
Urmet— telephone entry..
People get so hateful..
Shit man, I know I do..
People out here killing butterflies..
Stomping them shits.
Kill-ing butterflies…
Everybody is a reader, out here reading shit ….
At the direction of the customer…..
I ain’t your customer…
That job is already eating shit,,
I got eyes on the numbers ya see…
The numbers are bad,…
Everybody a customer… in some way or another…. some fucking way or another….
Cuss
Ter
Mer.
I do love my new piano 🎹
I like putting fingers on it..
I’ll need to learn more chords
dawn 