provide security against the rebels.

Who are you to scream at me? This city smells like adultery. Open the door! The hall smells rank like ambience and piss. Blind horizons, severed blades, join me on this promenade. Twist the ends, break the skulls, and dance on bones between the lulls. This trinity is made by hand. A bleak horizon sweeps the land. We are all doused in chemicals.

Can you feel the contrails in your hair?
It’s the Hollywood version of Hollywood.
Cocaine and heroin lullabies.
The streets are swarmed with static and the cars seem colorblind.
I want to pierce my liver with needles and claw at my skin, fuck these beetles.
This always happens on my last cigarette.
I say so many things that I can't remember.
Somewhere inside me I’ve got a death tremor.
I’m considered a legend, but I live as a myth.
When I snort clarity through a twenty I can see who I am with.
Oh, these colors seem plenty.



I’ve been walking for about an hour now. I have no clue where I am or how I wound up here. There’s nothing to complain about, really. My life has become one big walk. I walk from here to there never knowing where I’m supposed to be. I make small talk with the strange faces I come across. I perceive them all to be blindly immune to this world that we are living in. it's not my proudest realization...that they have no idea what is happening around them. My proudest realization has got to be the simple fucking truth that regardless of where I walk, I still feel this sad sort of numb bliss. I’ve realized that even though they have become immune to this world, I have become immune to them. I work these soles alone.



All the blood in my eyes drips down to my nose. The smell is obliteration. The damp ground is soft beneath my feet. A pool to turn through time. A bridge to burn that's mine. Spinal chords rattle through a conscious bliss. I feel the obliteration. The trickled speck comes through the glass and the sky burns down to ash.



Life is out of focus like a blurry photograph.
I look around and see the faces, but I can't see them smile or laugh.
Every last postcard I get is a thought of having you back.
But like postcards, these thoughts will eventually stop coming.
I just hope that it's sooner rather than later.



She dropped a quarter in the hall and it echoed like a waterfall. Her friends had watched her drop the ball. One day she woke up with no clothes on in the rain. Inside the cities where she goes, she stares sadly at her toes. She remembers someone had it all when she dropped a quarter in the hall. That someone wasn't her but that's okay.



I need a girl just like Lucy with kaleidoscope eyes who will burn ganja with me and realize even though we're both smoked out, this world runs through and through. The nights and days won't separate what it sacred. Oh, my Lucy girl, where are you? Someone real that can take me to places constructed in both of our minds is all I need to continue so blind. She’ll take away my insecurities and fill me with such purity. We’ll trip so hard in each others eyes. The world's axis will shift and tilt. When our world is straight, but we are bent we will lock our hands and smile. I need this girl to have and hold through sunrises painted with deep pinks and gold. We will toke sacred herb and walk down these paths forever stoned in space and time. Where is this girl in this big cruel world? I need her tonight to heighten this trip.



A blacked-out corner of a well-lit street sits stretched before my eyes.
The sidewalk is broken and she is all that I want.
I’m stuck on this thought.
Does she think about these same blue skies?
They stretch for miles without clouds.
I stretch for miles, never found.
Maybe one day I’ll figure out every fucking thing I’m doing.



Crush up the pill until it's a fine ground powder. Directly into my temple of thought I slide all my worries away. The world can't help but the pills come close. All I want is happiness. All I want is bliss. All I want is somebody who understands things the way they are to me. Until then, these pills running through me will suffice.