all of you can rot in hell
‘cuz i know i’m right
about how little potential
really matters in the end

yeah i’m on top of the fucking
world and i aint comin’ down
for shit

all of you can keep throwing
your bricks about the height
of grass, we don’t need
any more carbon dioxide

yeah i dropped the box
and can see circles and
triangles

lovebitch why don’t you come over here and set me free i don’t want your sister’s disease i just want to kill kill kill kill kill
i just want to kill kill kill

First time for everything.
Don’t slip and fall and die.

But then,
there’s a first time for everything.

watching my man talk,
i felt a sense of pride
not because i believed
but because i liked
the way he talked
(and perhaps the way he walked)
and how there was no fear
to be disagreed with
so long as the conversation
kept truckin on.

I’ll drink the orange juice
from the jug
and I’ll eat too much
cheese on my sandwich
and I’ll probably leave
the bread bag untied
and open on the counter

but I promise
I still love everyone.

why would you kill yourself
over the same thing again?
those smiles look so good
from a distance, just like
everything else. there’s
nowhere you can get where
you wont be and there’s
nothing you can see that
you can’t see and there’s
no one you’ve met that
you haven’t torn to pieces.
and if you take the pill
it will just dissolve
in your stomach like
all the rest. just
like
all
the
rest. and you know how
much you hate all the rest.

visit after visit after visit
to lou.
you’d think he’d get mad
with people crapping all over
him
and i just keep wondering
with this much water coming
from back there
why do i pee afterwards?

hersheys squirts
we’re not friends anymore

like a drowning man
coming up for air i
step out of this building
and into winter’s sharp
wind dying to breathe
you in.

We assume it’s only damaged nerves
but there’s no good way to be dead sure
just stick your hand back in the fire
and tell me what you feel

So if it burns you’ll be alright
we’ll only keep you over night
but if you don’t feel anything
at least we’ll know the deal

But if all the things
you ever weather
end up less then
fair,
consider me your
foul-weather-friend.

And I’ll tie me to
the mast with you.

Scarcely do I find myself
volatile enough to spew
ichor from both my ends
at once.

Usually, it’s only one
or the other.

But recently, i’ve
been paying attention to
your technique.

Watch this.

and i’ll always be waiting waiting for you
wait a second
this has been done before

I can walk in to
the same damn
conversation
three days out of
the week,
but even after
hearing the same
stupid arguments
over and over and
over and over and
over again,
I still have no idea
what we’re yelling about.