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thinking about Eddie & hyacinths again
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gutterlaureate · 7 years
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HIGHER CLASS OF LOWLIFE Every heretical breath proved to be prothetic expected as my living room was thicker with the drecks and. Wretched wreckage I most magnificently selected among those pretending to be friends choosing among themselves to imbue themselves as foes In Hollywood this is how it goes I suppose even for those with our perfectly posed composure death before the final throes agnostic apostles and caustic follic hurts to wear those clothes Of betrothed corrosion claustrophobic euphoria glorious inhalations the second hand is broken vicarious smoke expectations grow more grotesque choking on their protection relocating to residential talk shows hawking their inconsequential Careers Burlesque chatter spoken through dazzling white plastic veneers Broken off sequential hundreds enough to last the span of a couple of pretty good years thier sincerest sneers sundial smiles piles of pills suicidal Millennials dope fiends and trust fund perennials with their cavalier greenery the scene is about being seen   everything else is scenery making your get away cleanly here they give the caviar away for free heaped over there on the bar costs three times more through the VIP door there are girls there to assist you when you're lost   Where the drinks are poured freely the night can be squandered easily People wandered by hungry without caveat already trashed at the pre- party now its the after hours bash with the rest of the eurocrats go to get themselves trashed its all afterthought until that final bit of cash the plushest couches in which to crash silk lined pouches where the drugs are stashed by the haves alots have me nots the desperate and the drastic wishing they wore a strategicaLLY PLACED a viciously expensive cheap little piece of plastic ON THEIR WRISTS AND A PLACE ON THE VIP GUEST LISTS excuse us, they couldn't help listening in Pardon them for being born slightly less attractive were they waiting there in line or were they standing there looking tragic broking through the roughest patch Without choking and there's the catch Want to know where each other got whatever kush we smell smoking where might we get a batch I was raised threw up and a gnome on the street I grew up without growing or knowing a home for so much of my life    after being fired I passed different dives shook out a few neighborhoods and took some advice introducing myself to a higher class of low life we don’t  know where we’re going half asleep   just as rivers have a place to keep flowing just as deep demand fantasies arranged plan your changes change all your plans glancing at what you’ve not faintly understand vacant as a vacant lot with a view we’re a vacant lot hate upon the beautiful despise all those who ain’t without restraint another hood people goes the roll of your stroll wore a rosary and stole a saint before the canvas erases itself and you find yourself being someone you ain't it takes so many drugs just to feel normal   it might solve some of your problems with all of your resolve   try to be a higher class of lowlife in everything you strive Written by PUNCH JILTED BY PUNCh anything you need to know about what type of man I am you can first hand observe I'm a freak and a perv I've been a geek, and a thief beyond any relief greeted the day living in a penthouse and ended it sleeping on a curb trust and believe you've never met anyone with my type of nerve and even you felt it going down i know you're better than i'll ever deserve then you take a look at everyone hanging around too many jilted motherfuckers in this town what I'm saying is why be pretending its not just that in your face i see a bedtime story you and me together are a nefarious fairy tale ending lets get all juvenile at the movies no denial that our audience is groovy fuck all that facebooking friending and unfriending people with only frozen toxic frowns they sending it's a total disgrace too many jilted motherfuckers spilling all over the place I threw my faith in with laundry spread out from lawn to lawn Dog shit in the grass and we never had it hard Left behind some belief in your neighbors yard and backwards instead of stepping forward you're simply falling In Venice beach , just within reach of myself with mischief dancing to the bridge Become the boombox, become the bass, become the get go become the tempo become the build become the boombox of the motherfuckenunderstood Become the street with your pillow,of pavement Haven't heard,your name repeated in the neighborhood Tossed away any promise, I might have surmised Sunrise only stretches from dawn to dawn Only surprise is the surprise that anyone could be surprised I wouldn't be surprised If you not moving forwards then reward yourselves Be about some goodness to a person starting with you trust when i say you're a secret too good to keep you're so smoking hot you smoke in you're sleep sets off the fire alarm leaves ash in the sheets people here you'll meet and greet   motherfuckers be talking to themselves up and down the street   how they want you on they’re stinking  arm see they think you're fresh from the farm up and down the street once you've been met there's no one to meet   everyone talking about girls who they’d consider to hit and how it's all going down like a bag of kitten litter everyone talking about who they want to hit im the only one talking about the next level shit tell them to shut up and sit down find a place to fuck themselves till they all tuckered out they faces wilted with  puckered up frowns and the minuit this shit starts to swirl around beyond control bitter convicts sitting there watching the bowl water flowing around in a river slowly goes down the holes see this is a town so rough it rains even when it's sunny where the beggars won't take your money and I'm laying it down too many jilted motherfuckers in this town too many jilted motherfuckers
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