‘when i think of the loneliness that’s mine;’ i know
the last word is for fools. go enjoy you shy motherfucker, you communist, you intellectual, blah. you still want
to be hot shit you still want
to be loved who wants to be
rock stars ask how is their hair? what is freedom?
you dive into the squabble ‘god damn you can turn a phrase’ what is really important in life?
rocks sand wind, skin organs bugs, cats, fruits vegetables tea. family.ultimate aims and purposes
… the minutest speck of these things is enough for your cavities enough for your nation enough for your kind to dispel you past the threshold of your vanity travel to the brinks you burn like meteor you arrive and are no longer,
abominate the awareness of senses the desire that binds atoms a return to a yearn for a
the last word is for fools.