Figure eight. The second nature that you're taught.
Getting haircuts in the garage. Bodies shake but that don't say much.

Do the cowlicks curl the same? It's in the image that you spit.

Synchronised swimming symmetry, reborn in the dreams of its seed.
He'll melt your wings down to wax. Guilt's just fame you inherit.

Leech the shame, drink the water from the bath.
What will already has, your dirt make your plants do the math.

Sychronised Swimming

The tule fog sticks underneath the gas pump trigger,
like needles filled with vagrant blood,
or it is someone else's nostalgia chewing on a halo?

The orchards lined with memorial shrines,
of angels caught flying too close to the sun.
Dust has its own obsessions like chewing on a halo.

One day you wake up and then you go to heaven.

Chewing on a Halo

Flies gather around fruit. I'll mimic that dance soon.
Need a place to clean my slate, stare at rocks with important dates.

I want to feel it too, itchy from the cotin blue.
Honest just like a lisp, no ends or beginnings.

We'll both become actors it feels less guilty doing lines in the morning after flesh reflects the tv light.
They just want to know where do you fixate your eyes, after overhearing the same conversation twice?

Former child (Seven letters) painted on the ceiling.
Mourning manifests in mood ring stains.
I'll turn your blood to mold when you're done drinking.
that's the loyal mark of the plaster saint.

Mood Ring

Strangers become habits when you're feeling pure.
You'll turn them into addicts robbing morphine of its warmth.

Nature breathes through traffic just to please its lord.
Your children of divorce get their own children of divorce get their own children of divorce.

Everything that could have bred appears near the top of staircases.
Dakota starts to bark half the days spent, the other half never existed.

Strangers become habits when you're feeling bored.
You'll pawn it or you'll sell it. A curse becomes a cure.

Wifi is post-modern asbestos, like casper's cough tearing up your nostrils.

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