like a blur in a stilled frame i stand out in a haze of smoke
in public bars trying not to make eye contact because
I dont know what to say anymore.
Ten years and i struggle to look back
so i attempt to reflect and test myself.
Here is ten words for ten years.
2000: Shitty president and a hurricane with a few fairweather friends.
2001: Middle Easterns kicked the hornets nest and people didnt sleep.
2002: The year i died and couldnt remember the date... fuck.
2003: I struggle to find momentum in things other than hate.
2004: My compass pointed north and became cold, broke a heart.
2005: Comics and Narcotics fueled couch surfin' usa washed up eventually
2006: Downtown lights ghost, girls offering blowjobs for employee discount pitas.
2007: Dad doesn't make it home and they never found them.
2008: Tale of a ghost who loves a girl begins.
2009: Physically and mentally mutated i was the toxic avenger again.
10:
Some stories end different than you thought they would. But there's a lesson in the ones that you stay up late trying to consider cross roads and forks in roads fumbling to find words to fix situations and put out burning bridges.. It was for the better.
you are the burning crosses in the Mississippi
you stand out in the night because you used to be the fool..
everyone remembers how it looked when you looked up
from the ground getting snowed in
and throwing up on expensive cars
from high rise pool after hours slut caves.
For the shorter stories with the regrets and consequences
that have hairs running up your neck
being haunted by flash backs of black hole rooms
in the middle of heatwave summers
where all you did was fuck,bike,smoke
and we were the lords of all creation.
If there is an other side to life
i hope i see a few people that live forever in my head.
RIP Dad.
Thanks for this.
being sorry is something
i am difficult at expressing.
Im not focused on where ive been so much anymore.
just trying to remember where i wanna go
Like a blind psychic i see big things.
and im sorry
some of you wont be there with me.
Good luck
God speed.
ill always reminisce
its in my nature.
[-_-] . . .
To future enemies and obstacles....
Get some.
Still doing me.
Peace
Happy Holidays
hG.
2006: Downtown lights ghost, girls offering blowjobs for employee discount pitas.
2007: Dad doesn't make it home and they never found them.
2008: Tale of a ghost who loves a girl begins.
2009: Physically and mentally mutated i was the toxic avenger again.
10:
Some stories end different than you thought they would. But there's a lesson in the ones that you stay up late trying to consider cross roads and forks in roads fumbling to find words to fix situations and put out burning bridges.. It was for the better.
you are the burning crosses in the Mississippi
you stand out in the night because you used to be the fool..
everyone remembers how it looked when you looked up
from the ground getting snowed in
and throwing up on expensive cars
from high rise pool after hours slut caves.
For the shorter stories with the regrets and consequences
that have hairs running up your neck
being haunted by flash backs of black hole rooms
in the middle of heatwave summers
where all you did was fuck,bike,smoke
and we were the lords of all creation.
If there is an other side to life
i hope i see a few people that live forever in my head.
RIP Dad.
Thanks for this.
being sorry is something
i am difficult at expressing.
Im not focused on where ive been so much anymore.
just trying to remember where i wanna go
Like a blind psychic i see big things.
and im sorry
some of you wont be there with me.
Good luck
God speed.
ill always reminisce
its in my nature.
[-_-] . . .
To future enemies and obstacles....
Get some.
Still doing me.
Peace
Happy Holidays
hG.
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