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Adaptation in its purist form.
i feel the cold hands of old ghosts
grasping at my flesh,
Peeling back
my inner sanctum.
Climbing my highest mountain.
The challenges of staying unparallelled
is learning a process that self replicates
so i dont have to be
a fire fly at night
trapped in jars
tabbed out bars
looking at the same old newspapers
being printed
over the same tired eyes.
drink after drink after drink.
Lightning bulbs
News flashes.
Remember that from seven years ago
when you werent there.
and you look down
on the tired
sleepy folks
in knee banging
photo-booths
photosynthesizing
blood rushing to
love muscles
growing in artificial timelapse .
She rubs her demon pit
as she repeats those old words
the way i would recite them
like i was by myself
shouting the wrong lines
to every song.
a cigarette dragging
exaggerated lines
in the darkness connecting
the constellations.
because it made her smile
like after fucking high fives
and underhanded
movements to strike kings
off horses
because the game isnt
fun if you cant win.
We act like
these petty battles
mean everything.
That theres no war on life
and im not killing it everyday.
Rough to the touch
radioactive rhythm
to the busted engine
under the disposable exterior
passed from generation
to longer lonelier generation.
afraid of dying
in coffins shaped
like old black walls
with the sounds of owls
calling the scores
when you already
know your team lost
and the wager
was a laptop full of bad memories.
id give it all away. . .
Crash my internal memory
shifting out of it
like the cut out masks
when we were kids
I could disappear a hell of a lot better
than those days
where i could change my shirt.
and wake up in a new city
with a wallet full of pictures of
sunsets and burning bodies
Where Charlie didnt surf
and the napalm wasnt what i was breathing
in and out
over and over
til my ashes were tired
of the heat...
of the bra busting...
and pussy eating in back seats.
rooms
in the eve of looming comets
where everyone finally said what they meant
and for one night
everyone told the truth
Just like
In the beginning....
When the universe was still young
and expanding.
Particles of ash, ice & primitive gas swirled together
and created a rudimentary basis for life as we know it.
And then there was light.
i feel the cold hands of old ghosts
grasping at my flesh,
Peeling back
my inner sanctum.
Climbing my highest mountain.
The challenges of staying unparallelled
is learning a process that self replicates
so i dont have to be
a fire fly at night
trapped in jars
tabbed out bars
looking at the same old newspapers
being printed
over the same tired eyes.
drink after drink after drink.
Lightning bulbs
News flashes.
Remember that from seven years ago
when you werent there.
and you look down
on the tired
sleepy folks
in knee banging
photo-booths
photosynthesizing
blood rushing to
love muscles
growing in artificial timelapse .
She rubs her demon pit
as she repeats those old words
the way i would recite them
like i was by myself
shouting the wrong lines
to every song.
a cigarette dragging
exaggerated lines
in the darkness connecting
the constellations.
because it made her smile
like after fucking high fives
and underhanded
movements to strike kings
off horses
because the game isnt
fun if you cant win.
We act like
these petty battles
mean everything.
That theres no war on life
and im not killing it everyday.
Rough to the touch
radioactive rhythm
to the busted engine
under the disposable exterior
passed from generation
to longer lonelier generation.
afraid of dying
in coffins shaped
like old black walls
with the sounds of owls
calling the scores
when you already
know your team lost
and the wager
was a laptop full of bad memories.
id give it all away. . .
Crash my internal memory
shifting out of it
like the cut out masks
when we were kids
I could disappear a hell of a lot better
than those days
where i could change my shirt.
and wake up in a new city
with a wallet full of pictures of
sunsets and burning bodies
Where Charlie didnt surf
and the napalm wasnt what i was breathing
in and out
over and over
til my ashes were tired
of the heat...
of the bra busting...
and pussy eating in back seats.
rooms
in the eve of looming comets
where everyone finally said what they meant
and for one night
everyone told the truth
Just like
In the beginning....
When the universe was still young
and expanding.
Particles of ash, ice & primitive gas swirled together
and created a rudimentary basis for life as we know it.
And then there was light.
