put into practice
is it cool? make it cooler
is it lame? burn it

the internet chair
and a portal to the past
cannot sustain me

oatmeal and sugar
and all the things inbetween
are so beautiful

I cant comprehend
my euphoric fantasies
I blew my own mind

I guess it is true
kill yourself live forever
just one day, my son

don’t wanna buy it
I shun the nonbeliever
I exit my home

it all gets clearer
if your shit don’t fuckin’ work
try another way

these pills really work
future and the present day
wrecked it from inside

our friendship died
I gotta direct the ride
every day of life

your dreams on the shelf
disappointed in yourself
like there’s no life left

Will Ferrel is Elf
Johnny Depp, my co-pilot
is humble and good

evaporates fear
for those of you in the mood
be the receiver

moon recipient
he’s a dome god believer
possess sentience

echelon rainbow
longevity endearment
self entitlement

it’s sleep or be slept
I’ll be there thrashing sweet moves
melting in the streets

this one is for you
I hung your handmade paper
your sounds are profound

make me feel like shit
eat at my rotten insides
acid in your eyes

live life in a shell
gnarled crumpled and aching
stab yourself daily

for the love of god
u got to make this hapen
its flail or be flailed

sisters in the wall
whisper me vague intentions
to burn down the school

work over knowledge
siphon up into the clouds
skyward sea of ash

unneeded effort
from thousands of lost teenies
fills up in my lungs

at last I choke out
throw a peace sign to the world
make out with the flames

linked ’round the pyre
teenies held hands and chanted,
“he was beautiful”

sudden occurrence
collective epiphany
young ones squeezed harder

with elegant grace
and a kick off the pavement
the children let go

I’d go with my gut
but he’s a double crosser
my circuit is bent

climbable buildings
eat cinnamon rolls, cheat codes
“my anus my eyes”

dead as a door nail
combat feels with plush and light
sunshine absorb-er

lie in the cradle
span the width of the valley
sing songs to yourself

cull all the tadpoles
whisper secrets in their ears
the present feels nice

I am in control
shit upon the winding road
this show’s oversold

lemon in my hand
everything else is bullshit
didn’t understand

genuine question
where did you this to yourself
genuine concern