Tshirt for holiday family dinner that says If I think too hard about this event my stomach hurts
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Horn in the middle
ive never left this one moment,
leave me here to die
a lesion upon these perfect of flesh
like i had only one life and spent it in antiquity
—fighting the intellectuals like they were demi-gods.
like i left the skies even half wide,
they saw me go and can't even speak it like it was
spit it out and i'll see finally this horizon
as if these words were only hollow; somehow just for you,
don't you understand how it is? it's such…
i'll delicately dance with these fortunes
as if the winds could peak an enumerance,
like these things were only a numbers game
take it with you as you go, let it speak forward in
these our hallowed lunch,
as if the words had peeled off of the universe's varnish.
(instrumental break)
i had met you once where the sidewalk ends,
like it were a cavern where everyone felt at home
a gift we share upon these waking walls, like each were a penchant,
agaze again, i might have spied what you saw
must have been splendid what you say;
"Don't look behind / you'll make it worse."
and etcetera
like these winds were always conspiring
again so we can speak candidly like human beings,
i'll relent that the ideas are probably bunk
but why not die trying?"
(03-01-24—what's supposed to be an environmental shift...turns out to be just a dude listening to Nujabes records. we out here in our feels everyday.)
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