When will the deathmaticians learn
That I don’t fit the mold
I am unforgettable[
Unreasonable][
In my] out of their [control]
They don’t like that because my neck’s their goal
And I won’t take their shit anymore
I won’t walk in line anymore
Another line suggesting nonconformity
And another
Like, a thousand “I don’t give a fuck”s
And a glowing omnipresence leaping out of a crowd of shadowy distillate blindness
Yeahhh!!

Down with the deathmaticians!
Up with me!

I believe that apathy is a disaster
And I wish trees would grow faster
Or that I would grow
Slower
But I am a lover and though love lives forever
The lover does
Not

Tragedy…

From every branch of every tree the tragedy of life is
Growing, living, and falling to the ground…
Everything that comes to be
Leafs (Yeah I know it’s spelled “leaves” – it’s a metaphor
Asshole! Haha! God you’re
Dumb! Hahahaa
aaauhhhh…)

I believe that laughing at someone is
Admitting you’re better
And admitting you’re better
Is proof that you’re worse… So
To keep myself humble
I laugh at everyone
Including
Me
I suggest you do the same
And don’t worry about embarassment
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Embarassment is an admittance of fault
Remember: everyone is just as bad As you
They may just choose
To hide
When you choose to climb
Knowing full well you will fall off

This

Gigantic branch
Of other people’s judgme
nt is mankind’s worse disease
Judgment is mankind’s worst disease
At least that’s my belief
Anyway…

I believe that life is mine
That life’s all I know
And though someday punishment will slow
Me down
I’ll still clown
Around and around
While I fall
To
The ground And

Please…

When I begin to rot Please
Show apathy toward me Please
Leaf me beneath the tree
And let it be
A tragedy

Passion is fueled by desire
Desire burns when people can trust
Trust is impossible without love
Love cannot be argued or understood

Reason is the passion killer

Afraid to talk
For fear that someone’s listening
My mind crawls
Through narrow tunnels in Ireland
My brother’s there
My brother’s right in front of me
And he is scared
I didn’t think he was scared of anything
Life goes forward
Fast forward through everything
I go on knowing
That I’ll never amount to anything
I get drunk
I get punched right in the eye
I take a drive
To my sister’s house and she immediately screamsWHO DID THIS TO YOU?
In the most sudden rage I’ve ever seen
She burst into tears
At the very sight of my embarrassed pain
WHO DID THIS TO YOU?
WHAT THE FUCK? I’LL KILL THEM
TELL ME WHO DID THIS
SO I CAN FUCKING KILL THEM!

I assured her that it’s ok
That I deserved it anyway
But she didn’t care

And that is why I love my sister

I think I might be the one who dies
The soonest
I’ve been living fast and loose and have been blessed
With too much too fast too often to keep this going —
Every time I wake up I’m shocked
I quiver like wow am I really getting a chance to do this
Am I really getting a chance to be a father to these
Amazing people and a husband to a perfect,
Perfect
Perfect
Woman – a woman who was perfect the day I met her
And has held defense against my onslaught in one arm
While embracing me with her other
Who has always known exactly when to drop her defense and
Embrace me with both —
God she feels like hope —
I get in a car that’s nicer than it should be
My commute’s a trailer for a feel good movie
I work, I get respect, I collect more than I should
And I bring it all home to these
Wonderful people
And all along, it’s clear to me that I’m a piece of shit
I am a breathing heaving piece of shit
And every single day
I imagine dying
I feel like I deserve to
That I have way too much
Way way way too much good luck
What the
Fuck

And all day
Every day
That shitty side of me gets slain
Beaten down, stood on
Stood on and stared at and totally fucking
Dominated
By the real me
By the one who screams

Thank god that side of me is here
Confident ly alive
God I hope
I am the one who DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

What do God’s
boobs look like?

Boy I bet they look great
I bet the gate’s so pearly
Because everyone masturbates

What if a tooth or
Two fell out?
Could I still smile like this?

What if my bones just
All barfed up?
What if I slowly took inventory
Of them
Laid them out, labeled them logically
And wrote
Instructions
For how to build me?
Would my dick be in the
Diagram?
They say it’s not a bone
But to her it always was

And if it’s she

Who pieces me back

If she sees me

And thinks I lack…

Will she piece me for me
Or just turn her back?

I already fucked up the tip of this pencil
My hand is already tight
I can smell the wood
It smells pretty weird
It’s hard to believe this used to be a tree
The lead used to be in the ground
The metal thing around the end
Used to be a robot’s dick
And the eraser was a dead man’s nip
But now it’s altogether a pencil
In my sweaty hand
Tapping on the side of my jaw
Scraping against a different tree
That ended in a flatter fate

If that nip would flip and clear all this
It might become poetic
Nothing would be better than
It’s shitty ending credits