i tried to text you on a plane that i was scared of taking down, the lines you trace arm over arm. that pocket pen, self-severing harm. listen to the road, youre losing reason. keep your eye on the horizon x 2. <harmonica> bought coffee on the train, chess on a pull down table. i wanted to invent magnets, i used to believe i could do it. chorus again you already know. last line is "look at the horizon fade into the distance"

crutch

song a day may 1


on a bench on the park
reading donna, early start
feels like spring in july
pavement breeze in your eyes

come out and see the stars
probably half of them cell towers
even when nothings wrong
i know you have your doubts about it

sometimes i forget
our matching tattoos
i wonder if nevada
could feel like home to you
we both live in fear
and we carry it with us
but theres lights on the highway
so you can always drive back north

and i still think about
the hole on their trampoline
from our printer paper joints
the flashbacks hit me like 
waterballons and im drenched in sweat
and it still spins me out how i cant remember anything im trying to think about
and you remember dates and places
names and faces while my minds erased

waterballoons

i hope i die tired ("washed")

our wives under the sea

it is a network kept alive by people whose instincts tell them that if they do not keep moving at night on the desert they will lose all reason

when she sang about jumping
in the freezing cold ocean
i didnt know then 
it would seize me too

taking alzheimers tests
but im still young yet
everythign fades so fast
non linearized time compressed

why would i clean my room
when soon we’re going to move
somehow this feels everything
everything is everything

learn to float in the iceberg melt
you know that i miss you even now
maybe i never stepped out of grief
cant hold onto anything

song a day may 13

everything is a "sandbox" these days

isnt it funny man, arent you laughing now (short lived)

lyrics:
you said its a mess. and i just make it up as i go. you said dont look at me like that. with that up again im just gonna run and go. its so classic, so sincere, so dreary, i dont want to be here anymore. and dont we all want to start again. like i wish i had this consciousness when i was a little a kid. but it wouldnt it be so lonely, wouldnt it be so cruel (cool?), all that knowing. its like being immortal, its boring, but what is there to do. what we can we do… amoeba in the soup! ……………….. rock and rolll!!! saw you at the mega metal show!!! they had vegan dinner and it was the last one before the world would end. you’d drop out of school, work at the movie theatre, for the rest of your short life. isnt it funny man, arent you laughign now? isnt it funny man, arent you laughign now? . and it changed up my memory now nothings on a timeline. someone asked me about me year, idk how i got here. …. some kids talking about being original and man i never even tried. to add in the spirit chaos, little chaos to the conversation.

it is a network kept alive by people whose instincts tell them that if they do not keep moving at night on the desert they will lose all reason

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