Scratching my third eye and inching away from my phone as if it would make this day any less cruel than it was, and I wondered why it became a–
Shipwreck –
Stream of consciousness almost as if out of nowhere after a hellish enough writer's block that I thought i'd never write again, but maybe, just maybe,
With the lack of motorcycles and having run something like three miles and working out for two hours, and crying and crying meant I was somehow closer to heaven,
Even though it felt like hell.
And it was one of those spells where I couldn't really stop writing even if I wanted to, but all I really wanted was love and there was almost no one.
Maybe even no one at all. I was a stranger to my son, the poor boy and something about the way I'd been was almost aligning with his father's account; even though he had beaten me to a bloody pulp, perhaps now it was sort of true that I was out of my mind or something–even if his beating was the cause, it had almost become fact now, and I didn't want anything at all but a cat an a dog–but the last thing I needed was a fucking dog.
Maybe he was saying it so much, speaking the lie over and over again like a mantra that reverberated into my life that it finally became true.
Leapfrog
Just keep your head down
Keep your mouth shut
Keep your nose brown
—lol the other way.
I don't want to live to see another day
Through the eye
Of the Television
A walk would be significant right about now
Cause if I had a gun I would blow my brains out
Loose lips sink ships
And love is a battlefield
My mind is an ocean
I expect you to drown, now
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't remember
A thing about it
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where you're going with this
I know, I know
It was all on false hope
But I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
Battle stations, mount your horses
Radio towers, broadcast coooroate, corporal
Projects and generals,
Regional and National
Global
But oh, it's all warfare
It is a bank holiday, but nobody's celebrating
But the bankers
It was a banquet
Now it's just a low, cold and lonely forest
Below ocean level
It was a target, but now it's a birthday cake
Hooray for the parade,
Hurry for the payday,
The payout
Only makes sense if you make it
It only makes sense if you make it!
I don't know where you're going with that at all
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't remember
I don't know,
I was wearing a mask,
I guess it fell off
It's a thankless job
It's a flagpole
It's the 11th world wonder
What on earth was I for then?
Forward
I don't remember
I don't remember
I don't remember
A thing about it
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Where you're going with that but
I was the problem
I was the wrong one
I was up at all hours and I thought
“If I had a gun, I would blow my head off”
I'd rather die than to live another day
In the eye of the television
I'd rather die than to spend my life
On the other side of the television
I'd rather die than never to try
For the life in the eye of the television
I thought,
“God let it stop”
So i turned it off
But —
The broadcast
Someone's
Just kept
talking
[I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't,
I don't.
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't remember a thing about it
I don't, I don't.]
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