godsavethequeen

fuckable fantasy desirable dream hollowed horrible, cut away, send away prom date, festival infestation, stands up, stands on, moves on careens off the empty car pot, shed of a tow truck, two trucks, two by two by, two, buy me two cottages on the sea empty pockets, empty ears empty vacation, from silhouettes of  truth and substance of lies she was rich, owned six cars, and twelve sell out free cell, whole sale, inventory, mansions, one where 602 people killed themselves on the weekends it's a museum, a chapel, a temple a tent and a bed and bath a spa a spill horrific kill, hunters live around with dogs so sex they can make

made to feel like you matter and we subscribe to this life as if it is our only option and truthfully it is we sit at home and deny ourselves sweet home alabama in a refrain, we turn on the television and feel sympathy pains for a vice president we don't even know and we are all addicted to the same thing so i guess that's why this is so easy to generalize put us into the same cattle car for efficiency and we all breathe the same intoxicating sin and we drink the same beautiful gin, straight from the presidents secret cabinet, a stock and supply wam bam, thank you ma'am you're words never run out and your thoughts never

summer here and dying you sit in this apartment a part from me sitting posed and parallel, lying ahead and before we listen to tracy chapman to get in the mood and here we are and here is our reason the window is open and hoping it won't change and by this i mean the odd look you just gave me i just mean that i hope it's hot forever no ulterior motive here, or just one that i can see you standing breaking the fan in hand the electricity crawls through your veins and the sweat makes you a good conductor you sway to the words and i give you one reason diet coke is so attractive on you as you stand there in defeat white

summer's predictable invasion leaves me torn like a centerfold ripped from a magazine by a twelve year old i feel used the sweat makes me self conscious and my burned body but stepping out into the heat is like outside the nest and i feel like a fucking bird goddamn your helter swelter pity goddamn how this feels inside goddamn the slow waves passing goddamn you want it all the time the ice is slowly melting you sit the can on my sideways car i know your first suggestion you're gonna want to hit the bar i feel so sick the anticipation's burning i guess i need a little more i'll need to be pretty drunk before you'll fuck

i'm not sure i have the energy to sustain life- or death (play the grieving widow) oh, you know once in awhile, over tea biscuits and african sweet cream it is desirous to be the center of attention and flaunt weaknesses as if they were a great global cause please remove your paws! kind sir- i am a widower, do you have no respect? (for the dead i mean...) well then, you'll wait 'til eight until i can make myself respectable again