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i'm your gay best friend/child of the natives 

who wants my smokes now 

Dick Justice 

we need justice now where did you go 

please help help help my neck hurts now 

Clarence Ashley 

ash is our purest form 

ashes to ashes

dust to dust 

ring around our little rosie 

friday dieday mayday payday 

hurry up hurry up we've all had enough 

just hold my life for me 

i can't wait 

Coley Jones like my Ms. Jones 

I can't find her again 

our dead dogs are all yapping at us to love love love 

just like we loved them 

we've all had a Bruce Bob Philip 

die on us

but they're never really gone 

The Smiths like Harry Smiths anthology of American folk music 

I'm back again 

and never wanted to be the Lily Ann flower child of your god he's not mine

Bill & Belle Reed like the Reeds the real Zions with their blonde hair blue eyes 

the old lady took her life for love 

the devil even said 

not cute 

take her back 

take her home 

don't bring her back 

ever ever ever 

she out did her man and the devil thank the real gods 

Bates like Bates motel 

Rice's parents both died for love and cancer 

what is their last names again? 

the ones that matter 

Beckman had a white man with dark features put a baby in her 

she hates him but loves her baby

that looks like the men of our nightmares he's an omen 

a real child of God will almost kill their parents in birth and in life 

HG awareness my dears 

anything can be stress induced 

including my purple heart 

Beckmann was an incredible painter 

can we go to the art museum and cry at beauty together please 

hope rope 

snow white doves 

she died for love 

over and over 

the wagoners lad/uber drivers tale 

slaves to someone we need and love our whole lives? 

poor girl your future was always set for you 

always courted 

I hate it he's loaded 

or at least their daddies always are 

well I'm rich with knowledge 

like a real time traveler 

an archeologist who needs the dirt in his hands to feel alive 

discovery 

of what is right in front of us 

still poor in every other sense 

wanderlust never envy 

the horses are always hungry 

but not for your hay my fair darling 

fat isn't cute 

kill the little b in your heart and be the bigger man over and over 

no explanation needed in art 

just speak speak speak 

Chubby Parker like Allday Chubby Boy 

Steph Rigs like Stephanie Germinata 

the germ I love to be same birthdays same numbers 

always always always 

I want the mouse to marry me 

an owl a bath and a bumble bee

bring us peace 

dragonfly medicine 

he can tell your future and predict your path before you see it 

but he won't help only glide by with you 

it rained all day for you again 

no walks to the park help 

my back still hurts i need another bath now 

Frank Sinatra 

they won't allow me to do this my way 

why? 

who is your jolly rancher 

what about the life saver

i am my own muse 

i want DB Coopers jack in the box style tacos and fried pickles 

but they're too unhealthy 

taco bell black bean crunchwrap please 

we settled on mediterranean steak kebabs BLESS 

Kelly Harrell like her wife Kelly I miss her 

but even she couldn't remember how old I am 

she was right graveyards are beautiful 

just like us 

everything is always dying 

5 faery rings in my neighborhood 

what died there? 

it's the heights vs the woods always 

it's the three fourteen 

Edward L Crain (the Texas cowboy) 

like Edward Cullen from twilight 

sparkle sparkle fresh glitter glitter like my dried blood in the golden sun 

Brother Bob did say "take the job you'll always curse the day" 

he was always right 

the snake bites you because you didn't see em coming 

now this time may the bugs be in everyone else's skin 

may the panzie and shady bugs truly rot in their own self made hell 

killing noble men is fun right 

until you end up in jail 

my real name I'll never deny 

just like Charles Gitaeu 

freckled 

tan as a mountain 

the tortilla skin boys of your dreams 

the descendants of real brown Jesus 

men of real god who now for no one 

who hate real pants now 

my swag is comfy and modest 

even the Carter family knows John Hardy was a desperate little man 

my little bit is a big mamas 

my little rascal would kill for the ones she loves and works for 

you're only little when you're so big 

because you were never reminded we're all little my dears 

petting bird feathers 

give me their flu 

I know I already have it 

cardinals Cardinal 

help us fly away now 

I need your wings 

Williamson brothers & Curry 

i love curry too 

spice is the nicest 

spicy red sauce with that please and thank you 

gonna die with the hammer and pitchfork in my hands too for sure 

judgment day come soon now please soon 

karma almost killed my vampire white sister 

I often wish she finished the job for me 

but I'm not homicidal 

Just red because I never burned in our living heaven and hell 

I know she'll never be sorry because in her words 

"love ain't enough" 

for some people i guess 

they're not worthy of my repairs and loving recovery 

Bob and Philip were big little men 

never little though 

just scared of reality 

and too willful for their own good 

hated accepting help like me 

because even the help will burn you bad 

only ever wanted to go fishing 

and make paper air planes with our youth and family 

like me 

Philip WWII prisoner of war with the same purple heart I have 

electroshock doesn't work 

Robert an immigrant from Russia 

tortured lied about his pain 

until he left us and had no other option but a bitter end 

miss you brothers always 

Allen and Ida too the ones who knew their religion was right and what I would need someday 

the ones who still have the last name Blackmore and Ruggeri and Zalis 

I miss you 

I love you 

Kiefer means pine tree in german for they love kosher kush in their vacation homes on our graves 

Zalis doesn't really mean anything 

Zal is Italian for salt 

salty like the dead sea 

and the lithium i take to stay sane 

Kassie Jones we miss you too 

reverend J.M. Gates was right 74355 & 74356 

my nose is his too 

I shake when I hug too hard now too

dark dark features 

never dying my hair again 

i am color 

golden in the sun 

honey amber eyes 

smells make me gag again now 

i'm the little bit now too just like my dog and her name 

i fainted when they took my blood i was so anxious it felt like i almost had a seizure again 

fists clenched 

walls up again 

don't take my blood please please 

it's what the demons want from me 

may the white ones with black names realize how much of a vampire they are 

anarchy is full of vampires 

it's what the whole metaphor is about 

same as Kafkas roach/metamorphosis 

some people think they can't love people if they're not both immortal 

they're roaches and real blood suckers 

real brothers of real Gods understand sanctuary has boundaries and rules 

we must not destroy everything around us merely because we can 

we must care and plan and save ourselves and the earth for she always returns the favor 

land back 

leaf after leaf

flower after flower 

some in the dawn of day

some in the after hour 

alive they flourish 

and alive they fall 

and the earth that sustained them 

receives them all 

for even on a cloudy day the vampires get sunburns 

i'll be red without pain forever 

God bless the birds that let me fly 

God bless the golden light that fills my life 

and my mind





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