I am trying to believe everything
I receive
Welcome
Welcome me
Within what stings when I open my eyes
Seldom do I recognize what I meant to say
Till the next day

Anyway

I am trying to untie myself
Myself
It’s hard
It’s hard to
Be this fucking crazy for visions that
The other persona inside incisions into me

I am trying to achieve some thing here… see
Misperceive
It doesn’t matter
What you think

I think the glorious ghosts shine the most in sleep
For this I’m almost sure they can see deep within our dreams
Within our laughter when we weep within our screams

And

I am hungry for fictive food
Everything is fucking beautiful to me when I’m in this mood
I took a picture of a weed behind the trashcan this morning

Hi

My name is Bob
I work at the liquor store down the street
Yep
It’s just a job

Coffee

Yes thanks
No sugar please

That stuff tastes too sweet

:)

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