Looking at the event horizon,
I see derivatives.

Aspects i could only uphold for a brief section
To you, that was the whole time.

People who were physically beautiful their entire life,
Well how could they be and not me?
Because they are derivative,
And though I could always be invalidated on this point and called insane,
I believe I'm looking out
And seeing all reflections of myself,
Everything derivative.

People who could always sing,
People who were always sad,
I was always a baby, i always had to die.

All mixed aspects
Infinity lensed through infinity
You end up with products utterly dissimilar.

But they all have veins tied in to me
I am the heart of this entangled matter
But I always existed and I'm just a moment along that recurring timeline
Each moment fighting to be important
Or maybe some taking a submissive role
Or maybe some fighting and losing
Or maybe some are both
Or maybe some winning
Or maybe winning is losing
Or maybe there are always so many ways to look at a moment
Or maybe there is only one and that's this right now
But I see derivatives
These characters are all derivatives
All necessitated by my existence

But am I special
Or am I inert?

can't you tell by my eyes?
i want you.
let everything else fall aside,
let me inside you.

In a field somewhere your voice is smooth glass
I can trace with my finger and feel you sing
That thunder crashes all around
That lightning from celestial fingertips

And volcanic drums echo all around.

That's what my soul can be.

I want to gather up
My tangled ****** nerves,
Scoop them to their bony box
And wander somewhere far and wait

Wait for it to be over
Wait for my good looks to fade
I want to carry this monster away from you,
And seal away this pain.

I want to find a cave.

Where sputtering lips can sing a broken song, that maybe once could be. (You)
Where the idea is the thing that matters, and art need not be polished. (All)
Where paranoia and jealousy thud softly on rock and shadow (you)
Where the memory of your betrayal cannot find ears, and so I don't seek them
Like a bee seeks out nectar (all)

A somber admission that the wind isn't real
I'm hiding a wound in my side and i wince when i find
Underneath my skin
Is plastic

But the boy thought he was made of magic.

Nothing personal, woe-potentiation is in the taste of moldy leaves
Pressed flat with rain to the pavement of your hometown, like you
You scintillating *****
You, trading your talents for self-amusement
You, burning yourself in pieces and they'll never know
Never know what we could have been
For no reason

Closing off to the world in the dumbest, most unnecessary way
Burnt ashes on your lips will you kiss the cigarette backwards,
*****,
Travesty,
*****.

Breaking up with yourself is the best thing you can do, admit it
The wind isn't real
Love is a drug
We apportioned out for ourselves
Now cover my mouth with your hand and suffocate me because I said it

I won this heart in a radio contest.
Something so beautiful, I should put it on display
It just falls apart, whatever the context
But it does it in this very certain way.

I thought that sounded nice,
But now I'm not so sure.
Sometimes things seem dark,
Like it's knocking on a door.
Sometimes, I give up
And sometimes I get scared.
Sometimes I erupt
But like a friend, you
Were always right there.

|||

Well, they came knocking on a Sunday
Some stolen property, some terrible mistake
They told me I got time
Well, isn't life sublime?
I wonder who I'm stealing from today.

I guess I'll never know,
I guess that we're not friends
I guess I'll hold my own
When I meet the bitter end
Sometimes we find hope,
And sometimes we just go
On to the end of...
A nightmare!
.

stomach's pulling for a hole
mind, pulling for
everything, everything
going around the bath tub drain

The tide pushes my arms and legs outward
Reaching for it
The tide's name is
Something's Missing, Something Incomplete;
Need.

the external shimmers and reveals itself as you,
the needle-beak of a hummingbird makes plunges for nectar;
a middle-aged mess smokes cigar behind a gas station.

but i am the thing i'm missing.
chaos swims with the face's discolored
lumpy and insane
swollen and directionless
loverboy recycled around the sun again
scotch-taped dreams and jagged eyes.

open enough and you'll find the pearl
or stay at home
and you'll never know

girl

What strange tangent are you on?
Snap out of it--
You know you're symptomatic, right?
I've heard your thoughts on emergence
Validation and quantum consciousness
And I think you're just a whiny self-entitled *****!
You belong in a mental hospital!

I've heard your ponderings about work

Well I learned 26 languages in the last ten years,
Raised five children,
Worked four jobs,
Fought for my country,
And balanced an egg on my head!

And I didn't get there by not working.
And the ability to work for something is not a charity!

No, i know what you think.
You want to live off the welfare state.

And what are you going on about this time?

I bet you think this is all just a picture show
That you have no involvement
You're the blameless observer, right?
You didn't ask for any of this.

Well, I think you don't want to take responsibility for your life
And I think you know where that gets you.

What do you think it means to be homeless?
Most of these people chose it for themselves
They don't want to work

Will I ever pour my blood from botched and sloppy urns
Into refined and ornate pottery?
My complex-smelling potpourri,
The exhibitions left by those great artists of history.

Grandiose. That's what they call a sense of self-importance
When your **** don't measure up
We have different views, and whose is skewed?
Of my little stream of blood.

They found Bach dusty and dead
Some ink long dried of a brilliant head
Will I ever have anything to show for it,
Was I a master of craft?

Or does death make me daft?

You're a slippery devil--
When there's not enough,
You'll say I didn't try.

You were smooth like river rocks,
And time made you hard

Under my skin and all around me
The charm
Of your skeleton

I lived to drop you on my tongue
And hold you in my mouth

...

Traveling now, along the stretching slopes of your body
My body jerks around the bends

With want of skin like river rocks
A moment to defend.

The Throne.

Give it to me.

Now. I want Everything.

I will **** all of you.

Today is a day for
Finer sandpaper
The coarse grit of yesterday
Need no longer apply

So I swell with pride--
With humility quell
My swelling eyes.

You're sawdust in the sunset,
You grew from a faraway tree
Cut down by a stranger
Unknown, you grew to me.

And now this beauty
Is what I see.

They say god's house is made of
Many layers of the most expensive gemstones,
Well i am just happy to be working with wood.

On a street my mind's gone down before,
What moves inside the night's thick shade
That wandering minds would pass and miss,
That plays upon a whitened eye?

I found us on the other side,
Conspiring with a stolen Kiss
A street I had walked down before,
But nothing could prepare for this:

Two melting silhouettes that twist
And turn with such a burning bliss
That watching it, I followed suit
And reached out just to touch them

My lover, total ecstasy
Her friend--*******
Sexing her
Your long hair in between her legs
The night we set on fire

Two silhouettes against the moon
Are something to admire
Their bodies throwing light
Like all the clothes flung to the floor

I remember the mental clinic
In my teens and early twenties
You could call it the millenial clinic, too
Cause you know how we do

Check yourself in

I remember how I rammed my father's car
With the one he bought me
I remember being that disease
Chalking it all up to a cheat

I remember breaking things in anger
Breaking things in anger
Breaking things in anger
Train station night
Running over someone's car
Going back to sleep
Knowing I'm wrong

I remember the county jail
*****, terrifying
Stay away from me
I'm not the one you want
I can't sleep

I remember the sting of defeat

My blistered ears can't take any more
Your searing love gave birth to a snarling animal
Snapping at your stupid wagging fingers.

From here, it seems like you gave it all to yourself
And you mostly left me out

But that still don't make you happy
As I work down the edges of my heart
Losing hope

Infected blood that cannot relate
I've grown a crust of apathy
Locked myself inside a cage

I don't paint on these metal bars
I like sliding in my filthy blood
And smashing my guitars.

There's a fine line between a raised glass and a graveyard jig.
Can we call that class?
I guess we'll call it grace.

I know you'll hold me to all the days I ****** away
But that's your design
I only fall in place.

Now I will determine
Something crawling and squirming
To an empty, wretched
Joke of an alarming fate.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

There's a fine line between a nice guy and a cannibal
I walk it so **** well
And it gets hard to tell

So hold me to the nightmares I can't erase
They weren't your design
If I ignore them maybe they'll just go away.

Now here comes the sequel,
In the end we're all equal
-Ibrium will cut me down to size
And weight.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

Don't you think
You should do something?
You won't ever pull this off
Without some elbowgrease

Well I don't think
That I should take what's mine
Because it's yours.

Not keeping score,

Just keep the beat

Any way...........


Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.
amped up final chorus
Some say a life is just a journey
Now I'm returning
But I don't think I can call this home.
Aeneas, you're washed up and depressing
Just take the blessing
Carry the sun to where it sinks tomorrow

With Reverb:

(Greatness is something that you work for...
But I keep thinking it's just not what we planned)

No learning
But gripping familiar
A tight fist

Brahma's children see
A man stuck in his ways

But they have always been
Waiting to discover him

But-- I should let you be
I am running into problems out here

And it's like saying to a child
"One day your hairline will recede,
Then how will you feel!?"

But no learning
I listen to every old song
I am manifest familiar
I see the fake novelty in Lilith

It's alright, I forgive everything
That's the way we are

i'm sorry

Nuclear holocaust.
Empty houses.

Irradiated dust on the shelves.

People's silhouettes on the sidewalk.
No detectives.

"Sir?"

Then it all comes flooding back. We're still here. Right.

Is that any way to speak to your mother?

I scan the ground beef. Can haz. 2 peppers. Yep, can haz. An onion, American cheese. Mhm. I swipe my food stamps card. Kitty lives to see another day.

Enjoyment. Enjoy it enough. Hope you have a nice day! I hope Jesus has a nice day too.

But what if he doesn't? What if simply going forward draws the utmost hatred and ire? What if I tell you I can't change the story? At some junctures, you'd go into a rage. Or maybe scoff at me.

Just look at me, trying to excuse myself! I don't even know what's going to ha... ah, there's that gift again.

So I walk into paved paradise and there's the big yellow sun.

And there are rusted cars. One of them with its windows cracked. I peer inside and see they were reading a book by a really clever, super famous writer.

I guess I'm the most clever writer in the universe. But that doesn't change how ******* stupid I am. I start the only car in the known universe that still runs.

I'm passing empty swingsets. Lawn mowers in the front yard. The final reprieve of every restaurant, motel, and living room couch.

Vacancy, no vacancy. What's the difference?

Honk!

God, I wish you would stop doing that! Or no, I love it. The company of another person. The engineering of roads. The engineering of the horn. I take a second to apologize to you in my head and start thinking about Indian people honking at each other. When everyone was here.

My phone rings, and now I'm back to being upset. I wish you would just stop doing that. Take me off your list. I don't want any. You'll hate me. I won't enjoy it enough to say it was all worth it. I'm a predator seeking prey. You're allowed to just exist, but I'm not, and I understand why. I feel perverted when I try to interact with you. You have to let me in. If I think you're ugly I'm wrong. Just stop calling. The economy is terrible and the whole world is falling apart. Take me off your list. I'm the one calling you telling you to call me and it's just been causing problems.

"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee."

...what was that?

I guess my mom's right, maybe I'm schizophrenic. But I didn't hear it. Jesus ******* christ man, read between the lines!

I don't read things. I don't find things.

Anyway, that was nothing. It was irrelevant. We have those. It's called living.

As I pull into our driveway I decide I regretted the whole holocaust thing and I fall back in love. Everything snaps back into place and all the cute corpuscles set in motion and the world and all its people come back to life. It's not as grotesque as I think it is, as long as I don't look inside myself for too long, as long as there is something else to distract myself from it.

You cuddle me and validate this little idea I have that I'm the same innocent boy I was years and years ago. That the bad things in the world aren't my fault. I write another ****** poem I don't care about and you like it once or twice and I won't bother to look at your profile because I've accepted I can't keep up with everything. That's just nature. Too prolific for its own good and always trying to spin that like it's some good deal. Oh trust me it is sometimes but what the hell, like...

You made it seem like
Life could be something
It was never gonna be.

Wreaths of stars
Mock my flesh
Teasing, "Hey boy,
Sing like me!"

You kindled hope
In a child's eyes
Knowing every single lie
Now I can't even stomach flight,
Now I run away from light.

Gray square box,
Ashamed if you don't fall in love with brown
A witness to the rainbow
That is swirling all around
And you could try to call it yours
But somehow I think they'd disagree
Just like if I composed a masterpiece
And you took credit from me.

And as math rounds out my beauty
I see how it's two out of three
I see my ever cheating girlfriend
And suppose she never cheats
I see the fealty of my sorrow
And futility in peace
I see the God inside the Devil
And the Devil's eating me.

I think it's supposed to rain tomorrow.

Nobody really knows how this got here
Or what it means

You are the one observing,
Are you the one in control?

You better believe it's gonna rain tomorrow.

You are running the water cycle.

I'm sorry if thats too much for you to handle.

I promise we'll die, how about that?
But I'm scared to die.

I want to be a good person,
But what if that's selfish?
What if wanting to be a good person
Makes me a bad person?

I think it's gonna rain tomorrow.

I think
I think it's gonna rain.

Kind of.
I'm not entirely aware of it.

I've passed through myself so many times,
I've convinced myself of my shape,
And that it's right.

It's my destiny.

(Woman)

When a child's eyes bloom up to her mother,
I feel the season of your love.

Rich and robust
An exploding love
Spills from the scene and comes alive.

With plans to touch every heart.

She is the most meaningful thing--
Her mother's love will grow and sing
And stitch the world
A quilt of love

And will it find some homeless soul,
And patch for it a little hole?

That always made a difference--
That always took me home.

I
hope
you
Know
that
I
am
the
one
who
opens
all
your
letters.

This
one­'s
in
second
Person.

Puppeteers all vying for
Their own attention
Felt and buttons
Wearing all their threads apart

Giapetto made himself a pretty, wooden shelf
Can you imagine being forced to be yourself?

I want to saturate space with an impossible plasma
And rejuvenate you
I hate time for dragging us forward
Crippling your hearing
Dwindling us down

My love for you burns more intensely than all the fusion
Of all the stars in the universe
I may not always act like it but life is crazy
And it's true

And I hate that it feels like we could only love as much as we could,
That we were limited somehow

In a reversal of roles I want to protect you
And I fear that I am the one who is hurting you
Which is one of those things we could just never admit to each other
Because it's sort of not true anyway and the angles from which it is true feel evil,
Inimical.

I know that by my nature I cannot protect you.

Can i even do anything for you at all?

Or was that just a lie I told myself?

*******
I don't like you
I don't want you around

I'd rather be alone
I'd rather be alone

Red
You tear into me every day,
A blind maw tearing cartilage, muscle and bone

Red
Take your meal, you filthy ****
And leave me squirming in the dust

Red
My tendons snap
But you are deaf
And hungry

Red,
Like your gay champions
But you're a liar
How can they be better

Red
When you buried me
Still breathing
And spit in my eyes

Red

Red
I won't read books

Red
I hate your stupid song,
You passed right by my own

Red
You can go **** yourself
And leave me all alone.

I left you
On the operating table
But you said
That you understand

So if you wake up
And things don't seem to work right
Just know that I'm
Out drinking tonight

For the both of us

I saw that it was always gonna be some type of way

So i made no special effort to avoid the cycle
That nucleates and brings the rain

Drown, drown
Your mortal soul!
It sours the mind to think
Of a stone that sinks
Fast into the sea.

The stone
Is the famed black mark
On th' palm of pirates, burned
The rot of creation
The spoiled garden dying
And you have
No help.

Hunger is the vehicle of desolation,
And to think
You wanted this
Desecration

Therapy,
Drown in the drowning
Wake, every morning!

Yes my child
You are free
It was all free
Death, yes... death too
Is free

So there.
Have a death.

My eyes are just mousetraps
Covered in sweat
Mouth full of cottonballs and teeth are cracked

A beautiful dame
A tres jolie femme

Stuck in the world,
My identity lysed
We go on living with organs in the sky

My guts stretched all around me like Saturn's rings

My jeans and shirt are stuffed full of straw
When I breathe, which way does it go?

Wherever I am,
I cup my blood to the brim
What else could you give,
With constellations written into the night sky?

That is the seeming visage of neighborly vibration,
While invested here in Earth music
Sipping the deep with our eyes

Drunk human on heaven's lease,
Hold sanguine love like a drop on a gossamer string.
And concentrate the reality underneath.

I mean what I mean,
And I follow what I mean:

Building a home from my eye to the tip of my tongue,
Making taut the line
And arms as rafters to the spine,
Making sure my heart and taking good care of my mind,
Making love to Clarity all the time.

Tending to a garden with hands,
Hands that need washing
A garden I'll expand
And she opens and closes like a flower,
A lovely breath to breathe

But I am not perfect,
I am present
And your derision isn't lofty
It comes from the pits
And my heart goes out to them
Like reflections of a snake in the mirror
Oh, you're trying so hard to fit in
And you but you don't

I know all about your struggle
I know you don't want to hurt anyone
I know you want a solution for all of this
Where we can all just be peaceful
Where i can be your friend

Stop trying, you can't write from the perspective of your enemy
You sound crazy
Take the pharmaceutical
You're unstable
Born with bad levels
So why would you ever drink libations?
Take the pharmaceutical
It's not that you're bad or wrong
It's like any other disease
Take the pharmaceutical
I understand what you think about yourself and the universe
But you're just a man
You are *****, and low
And men make me uncomfortable
You might think you're good but you're really just a predator, you creep
And you should be thankful I am holding back the floodgates because you really ARE evil
Don't doubt it
But I'm treating you with GRACE,
Have you read the texts
The texts that waited for you as you emerged from within a hospital
Oh we TRIED TO WARN YOU

We warned you to be good
We told you how to live, and did you listen?

So how did this precipitate?

And no I don't care if you really do have a valid perspective,
The truth is I need to protect myself and my family from you
Because you are cancer
And I can't help it, and you can't help it, and everything can't help it

You made bad choices,
And you knew it.

You let it in, so one day you'll accept the full onus of sin
You are so selfish, you are so bad, you are the worst and the lowest
And stop trying to write from the perspective of your allies,
You don't understand.

And it's not as if things all just folded in around you in some weird, creepy way
And it's not as if you complain too early every time
And anyway, you sound unstable so just take the pharmaceutical.

I bear witness
To the object and obstacle of the mind
"Eat it!"
It says to me

And if i do, i know you don't need it
We are eating just for pleasure
You know you are undoing my body

Cue the caricatures of the glutton
Food flying everywhere
And we are watching from our death
Like the ghost of Christmas past.

And if i don't, which happens less
Then I am holy and sacred
For not listening to that devil
Ignoring rumbles,
Staying steadfast.

See how ravenous you were,
Just taking it for granted
And eating, and eating,
How dare you,
You eater.

And the fact you will be judged
And being exposed to that fear by an automatic universe
But you think it must be for some reason
You must have done something wrong.

I don't wanna know how crazy I am
I don't wanna walk this road to the end
I never want to see the cycle
I never want to see the cycle

I don't wanna know that there's nothing to know
But secret nonsense in a perverse show
I don't think I speak my language
I don't think I speak our language

Now I just dissolve
I left clues but there's nothing to solve
I think it's kinda cute how you dodge
My questions
I feel so arrested
I sit here and precipitate bombs

It is what it is
You swear it's my fault but I'm in
You want to isolate a slice of this kid
I'm changing, yeah no **** I'm changing
But this is what the universe did

I don't wanna find out how
I don't wanna find out how
I think you should be leaving now
I think you should be leaving now

To the data analyst,
The outlier is a fringe scenario,
Worth less than a slice of time.

But to the outlier
God is just as real as ever.

Being your mother isn't easy--
You never would believe me.
The branches of the trees that hold
That cradle, and my baby.

And I'm a man who has to know it
But won't speak up to try and show it
Because I have reservations
The truth is strange sometimes, we know that.

And so layers deep, careening
We start to understand the meaning
But we all have different pieces
And reject the things that hurt.

But in inherent association
We call our God a Satan
And the system can't exist
Without the flames of hell escaping.

But maybe the meaning is ultimately nothing.

Charmer,
Put on your best face.
That's what they see!
Our work is to the curve.

And stay far away
You are not,
You are
You
Y

I might deceive you for a while
Pull the wool over your eyes
It's nice and soft
It's not that often
But I think of her sometimes

Can you prepare for such a trap?
Lingering in the aftermath
Of a realization
Like an arrow through my heart

This isn't home!
You're killing everything you love
And don't you miss the way it was,
Or you might waste your precious time

This isn't home,
This isn't **-o-o-o-ome
And though you struggle and you fight
For me, I'm gone.

This isn't home.

I can help you start over
Just bend a little lower
We have learned this trick before

They say that nothing's new
But when I see your baby blues
I feel brand new again.

This isn't home.
You're killing everything you love
And don't you miss the way it was,
When you were young?

This isn't home
This isn't **, ah oh, uh o-ome
Now I'm starting to feel new again.

In a whole new way.

pensive instrumental breakdown

I think we might just be on to the same thing.

raining emo guitar

This isn't home.
This isn't ** o o o ome
Now I'm starting to feel new again

This isn't home
I let this go
And I think I might just break
Oh, won't you hold me as we're dying?

The dancers
Oh, they dance before
And after you dance with them

They dance when you are awkward
They dance when you are depressed

They dance when you are dying
They dance on your chest

But when you're dancing with them
Wait, a hole can never dance
So I guess we manifest like that
You always had a chance

Because when I need my eyes to see
So I can surely win
The optic nerve that might be you
It dances impossibly well!

But the scene that I am looking at
It's nice, oh to be sure!
But it can't be as good as the feeling
Of dancing like you dance

Tell me,
How do you feel about it?
The expression of feelings
Is a powerful force in the world.

And surely,
It will shape its twisted face.

don't despair to lose me, child--
i will always be.

listen to the music of your youth
and know it's me.

i have died a thousand deaths,
i'll die a thousand more.

to reappear as something dear,
and better than before.

and if i come back evil
or in a lot of pain
i know i might forget
that we'll be lovers once again,

and if it doesn't matter
here's what matters now:
dancing on my fingertips
and furrowing my brow

cradling this moment
a heart full of intent

a cup that runneth over, yes!
and anywhere it went.

Don't brag, words are for the insecure
Bare your strength and weakness to the world in silence
People observe the prominent attributes
As you move across their world

It taints the schema in their minds
To have to boast at all

If you're lacking, give it slack
And sense out what is wrong
Look for ways to hone the skill
And build yourself up strong.

Cool beauty exudes from the skull with black tendrils
Inky like a writer, inky like angst but it slides over your skin when you go to touch it
Two brown eyes in bed
Loving on the world like a ***** animal
Loving it on a bike, over roots and streams

While poetry turns the sleek machinery works
The body is smooth and aesthetic
And even when the mind is jagged the voice is soft and considered
Turning this way and that
I have the audacity to call myself cute
And I love my place in the world.

But I want to **** it.
To teach you a lesson.
About judging people.
About letting them grow.
I want to leave my beautiful hair
Young and pathetic
Attached to a dead skull
Sever the promise I held from ever forming fully
Just to show you what you've done to me.

Even though I'm sure I could fix this
Even though so much of this is my fault
You have done ugly things to me,
Things you should be ashamed of.

I want to gather up the guts to end it all,
Because what I have left is pieces like glowing embers
And it hurts to rekindle this fire
In the rain.

Weeping wounds lie at the heart of the wellspring,
Whose acrid tears are the meal of a godless whorl

An accretion disk convinced of personality
A depersonalizing wreck envious of its own neck

Bearing witness to reflections in the collapsing medium that surrounds the head

And hands stretch out in the great magnetic core
Where breath can stay and peace is an object unto itself

But no one ever tries,
Because the shuddering has remembered the choking
And impossible securities have just been left behind
Like the longest path of stepping stones to a grave.

I am like your moth in a streetlight's riptide
At both 40-hour jobs all week
Breaking my back just to make things matter
But not in the way you'd like

You always said,
"Get outta here."
In your fanfare
Of incompatibility

Specifically once,

I came home where the expectations should've been low
You were strange, so strange
Criticizing everything i did
Giving me your opinion on every decision
And always complaining about everyone

After four and a half months of working two full time jobs
And putting up with the abrasiveness you're blind to
When I stopped wanting to talk to you, you hobbled up to me and said,
"Oh. Hi. I forgot you even live here."

Yeah, because I work 80 ******* hours a week,
And I can't buy Ramen noodles without you whispering to a housemate:
"Weird. I don't understand why you wouldn't just season them yourself, but whatever you like to do."

At least it wasn't in that boomy, loud-woman's voice.

I can't talk about requesting off four days in June (it's February)
Without you saying, "so you're taking off four days from your jobs to get paid to work at a convention? hmm. all I'm saying is you gotta think about balancing fun with work. I can't imagine you've accrued vacation time yet."

And yes when I moved out you wanted money for the glass top stove which was not damaged which you welcomed four people to use as much as they wanted which I would not use much and went to my parent's house to make food because you just made me uncomfortable when I used your kitchen.

But I couldn't complain because technically, you were nice.

And never made me talk to you

And you wanted money for the drier which had some ink inside the drum which has since dried and the dryer functions perfectly.

And you wanted money for the damages you said were most likely in the room.

It's time to walk away from you. No, you were strange.
No, I don't trust a stranger.

Death calls me like a hound baying
In my twenty-seventh year something fell off inside me and hit the floor

I lurched.
I saw the Dog.

Like a fat pitbull with huge shoulders and a big meaty head, drooling slobber onto hot concrete
From that mess of a maw--
It matches the wound it wants
In appearance

And nothing about It
Draws me near It

So I threw my lunch his way and I ran! As fast as I could
In the other direction.

I hope we can be friends!