Cuts like a stomach splice from a butter knife Girls, whiskey, American history, just another night Copping soma from the comatose Loony tunes, blowing holes through broken bones One flew (flute) over the cuckoos nest electric overdose Broke (baroque) and stucco coke heads No coasters like they're grown kids Rickety rope bridge crossing summer camp in Oakland Backs of heads are molten cuz your eyes are burning holes in Looking mulled and malted as we're mulling over moulting Migrating birds as the time space revolving Just some voodoo pseudo-intellectual bullshit Pull pits outta apples like a pastor in a pulpit Shit gets culled quick Pull pins out grenades make your face go *EXPLOSION NOISE* Posterboys for overjoyed broken toys, no Pixar Just on a dead island reading Tolstoy, so get gone We're the masters of the head strong, self-effacing mastodons Gastons, no thats a lie we're fucking twirps that act wrong Crawling through the cat-calls, rob 2chainz with a cap gun, Steals his chains and blast off, looking like a laugh line Cuz the last laughs is always not mine and i promise that my generation is degenerating we're just a pun off a root word we can see you while you're waiting and the flow is down to vapors, just crusaders pulling capers we're so much cleverer than everything we say is if anything is sacred its that everything has been said turn everything on its head, we get it like we give it library of babel up in this shit thats what the internet is, so why try a moment of originality is better than like 9 lives so fuck your lolcatz, get rich and fade into a cul-de-sac we bringing back the sullen raps from kids with backpacks keep my ipad in a knapsack, naw shit now that ain't half bad could in fact be the coolest shit since the first last laugh blast raps from a subaru forrester, dog you aint in my genre get intimate like pilgrims did with cholera, like collard greens get intimate and call her up she's like can you put the collar on me.

root your laces in stubborn tree trunk faith summerwine teenage kisses till we free them, wait we’d carved our names a jagged yelp till someone came after months of rawboned panic decided im the one to blame it’s gotta be a numbers game cuz you ascended and im ass up in a fucking lake mucking rake, a silence like tinnitus just a stomachache from chewing rough hewn sidewalk till you dissolved away sucked out the sky like a hologram, a hollow cave… …of ribs and sinew stars are trackmarks that just lost their way we’re rigid and platonic mottled moonbeams on our face we give it like we got it brackish waters but my back is straight half the faith of agnostics but I promise what I got is saved honest babe, sky pinpoint charcoal outline disappearance plastisicine bauble of light fades into the distance it’s a prism it’s a prison, just a piston barring kissed lips of velveteen sunset it’s a-driftin you’re indifferent catechism apotheosis not religious but you got me holy ghostin holy smokes names carved in trees like roanoakes backstroke through amnesia we’re rowing boats going broke, loves a drug we hit it till we overdosed palms upended on a balmy summer night fickle fucking skyline horizon ride it like your on a bike karmas got us by the collar and its hard as rock paradise where plateau masqueraded as a parking lot you’re my x mark the spot where you left, wooden rot standing in the doorway crying but you coulda knocked the minutiae of the minutemen set the music tell me where and when driftwood skin, trawling for exoskeletons cheeks flushed cherry red breath held it in flyer than a seagull or a pelican I guess you said its relative saw Chekhov in the central park no gun to spark appendages appendix is the definite, no epilogue cuz we getting on getting getting on, old is when the wind blows and you spin around