son

vanity.
theres a chariot in my future
insanity.
blue tooth enabled and all that BUFU
tragedy.
loose leaf blunts keep me
hunting
strung out on the cool calm circuits of my coincidental tendencies
subconciencely
conciencely
(what fucking ever it is)
tucking with every roll of thunder ...still...as If I had never seen a cadaver
will you come home with me ... this open road and see..
whisper abra kadabra...make this heart stop spazzing
buzzing off a landfill buzz.
LAX back to DFW
we play still empty handed...scat across these mirrors
bodies aflame...hugging
shits weird,son.