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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