86 by Fond Han

s t l e d [lyraches]
wrote down names learned last week-i know all 13
sly smile, hi. its blanched ice, soaked fire, rut retched.
steering clear of your high rise scorn raptor silence,
signed with 2 word monotone. you stare, and judge me on my bones,
and skin, and smile, and clothes, and uncalibrated behavior.
might take help, could use help, shit, i want help, but u know my type
disguise. i saw your halloween mask- it was cool, but o0o,
this one you make with the muscles on your face- being human is nuts.
didn't u know that i liked u the most?
ur knees, jaws, all ur fears and flaws
aw shit.. i'm all lit, and might act on it- whacky mutt, nervous,
acting up not what i want,
so hold me back, hold me down, hold me up, hold me.
t e l e p h o n e. [lyroids]
its easier to climb up a rung if ur shitting down a ladder.
i bottled some blood for u just incase i make a final drain
in a little jar with a taped on label: send to this address
wondering if u ever feel bad about ur humungous hand in this mess
u fuckn coward... pass it on! how fun is fault!?
choke em off / climb on top, spew shit, type and sit,
can u just point and shoot my dick off, and let me play?
meanwhile, i bobble thru like a yoyos asshole
waiting to just go home. riding an avalanche to the next gig,
ignoring the warning cosmic "NO"
blabbing about like the world is ur group chat-
just put a shovel thru my brain.
remember hysterical whispering-sentence-transformation childhood game, telephone?
it seems like not everyone played that, cause this is no fun at all

2019 Music For Dogs


im goin hungra ( i m gn hngraa )


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