Dawn, stretch and yawn. Oh the dawn.
A Saturday with a mild temperature hitting your skin, mmmm, not so bad mother fucker. Not like you had your face blown off by a shotgun, not like a foreign power is dropping bombs on your neighborhood,not like any of these people you’re looking at matters.
Shit man,
It’s not like you matter.
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck am I?
Click like on my face? Subscribe to this dick? Bottle up the shit I spew out at you?
Reject it, for sure, reject like I reject the rest of them, now we’re approaching something real and maybe that’s the only only point,, how delusional.
Gain.
What is to be gained?
(Everything stupid)
Aye, say it true.
Everything is to be gained and you can’t help a soul until you’re all patched up.
Feeling good, thumbs up to the ones I like.
“Come get some” to the ones I don’t.
Stride baby, strut and fluff, mmmmm
Maladaptive coping mechanisms?
There’s a twenty dollar word right there,
Unhealthy behavior and indulgence in it, bleeding out inappropriately, interesting , a folly, human, doin it wrong, say it one more time.
Maladaptive coping mechanisms,
Derrrr, bleep bloop bleep, a finger between the lips,
Blibble blib belbelbelbelbelbelb.
Insanity, it lives somewhere close to madness, half smirk and observation, sideways glance for your ass.
“What’s that?”
Got a six shooter loaded with indifference , Clint Eastwood eyes and approach,” how cute”, you think it matters, so cute
dawn 