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These 2

[Treat them well]

are not

Conversations

They whine

Mocking

All over

Like there was a plan

While I

Can only hear

Reckless

Water

And the words in a note

I found in a

Wendy's trashcan

That read

'It's not real'

Yes I remember when

Emulating

Reggie Bush

And being so frustrated

To think

Of how

Cuba cries

In Every movie

Someone else is

Driving

Your cars

If anything

Is obvious

-Primary reason-

The Cure

I'd been throwing

Left and rights

4000 lifetimes

To get out

Feel fun And He knows. Read. Likes. Pressure. Control. Mess. Cavalry. Mistake. Mistake. Mistake. LOves. And he knows. Smell. Mess. Green dress. Fire. Fire. Moment. Own this. Baby. Mistake. Big time. He knows. Smart. Smell. Smell.. smell.... Next level. Next level. Next level. Smell. No. Call. Go big. Go big. Not. Finally. Home. Landed it. Not. Not. Not. Bell. Get out. I pushed him. No I pushed him. I punched him.. I laughed. Mess. Dig. No. No. No. Serve... Own this. Green dress. Control. Cry. Get out. Stage. Own this. Got your black. And He knows. Tone. Tone. Tone. Control. Fire. LOve. Turn. He knows. Call. Loser. Big trouble. Baby. Go home. Mess. Own this. Mess. Go home. Baby. Cavalry not coming. No. No. No. Not. Mistake. Smell. Dig. Bell. Horn. Bell. Horn. What they want to do with him. Number 2. Number 2. Mess. No. No. No.. Moment. He knows. LOve. Own this. Call. Pickle. Pickle. Dude. Is Awesome. Cry. Turn. Read. Go. Land it. Got your back. Get out. Stop. Skip. Smell. Finally. Go. Get out. Big trouble. Mess. And he knows. Mistake. Super. Call. Green dress. Serve.. Sit. Sit. Sit. Shut up. Shut up. Mistake. Baby. Mess. Go big. Pressure. Pressure. Dig. LOve. Too cold. Too cold. Skate. Squirrel. Skate. Call. Cry. Cops. Squirrel. Turn. Blind. Green dress. Fire. Fire. Fire. And he knows. Go big. Go home. Land it. Yes. Stay here. Mistake. Wonder. Mistake! Mess. Baby. Shut up. Own this. Big trouble. He knows. Read. Read. Read.. Everything you can read. Learn. Learn. Learn. Cops. Call. Blind. Big trouble. Serve. Doing something I'm not supposed to do. Good liar. Bad liar. Shut up. Pressure. Focus. Concentrate. Pressure. Super. Skate. Green dress. Go big. Go skate. Go. Big. LOve. Go skate. Call. Shut up. Pressure. Yes. No. Mistake. Control. Dude. Awesome. Green dress. Fire. Big trouble. Big time. No. No. No. Blind. He knows. Turn. Back. Got your back. Get out. Stop. Control. Yes. Mistake. Cops. Big pressure. Mess. What? Finally. Finally. Would you stop. Here. Not here. Turn around. Go big. Go home. Go Next Level. Why he ghost us. ??

Floyd is a hero

Simone is mobbed

Like a criminal

Thespiansplaining

all the rage

In secret love notes

Now there's more

Attention on the elephant

Than there is for it

And then again

But that mess

As if let go

From caring

And I'm so

for toughing it out

Getting in the ring

But they just be

Fighting

Each other's writing

Folding more money

Talking about

Next level conspiracy

Theories than any

distinguishable

Actions

Defund Celebrities!

Yes

If we ever give

We will not

Have enough

For the movies

So Cast pods of guilt

Burn these places

These people

Most will never know

But the wheels

Will never recharge

Themselves

Crush the ozone

But I'm not the one

Getting angry

At the drive thru window

(It's the folks

Behind me)

Stay humble

And just let it thru

Cuzz If it weren't for her

I'd never have known

But still

Not my pickle

Turn on and race

Riot in the pits of life

Make me want to dress

And chase them daily

The fighting arguments

Connect at first sight,

First person I see stares

I've heard many times

That stoned gentle presence

Well it goes without saying

That it has been addressed

Sublime living inside of

Parking lots squeezed squints

Turn over from sleep

If I could have a way...

Nonetheless I get dressed

In a haste

To just get going

Pack a bag for the day

Grab the straps

And hit the road

Yea just go

Step in shoes

and the big flash, now

Brutal reality

That I leave

To the Pros

But i do like the

Sound of (that)

Like the sublime

understanding of poetry

Especially when it's

" 'Nevermore', quoth

The raven"

Paradise sneaks serious looks. Saint senses keen blues. For two young adults unable to converse without genuine smiles, they freeze at each other.

Saint tests science, the other end of the lens, stealing Paradise quickly looking away. He continues gazing until she returns. Several times longing connections bravely.

Loneliness, desperation for someone, yet Saint's nerves never introduce himself any different; though Paradise, slowly getting comfortable, widening her eyes; he finds deeper attaching, flushed glances they delight longer in and eventually force them into an unnatural turn of cheeks to each other as if they had forgotten how to play.

Paradise

Serious

Saintly keen

They freeze at each

Paradise

Desperation

Nerves ever introduce

Slowly arching

flushed glances,

gaurds let down,

they delight

longer

eventually

an unnatural turn of cheeks

to each other

as if they had forgotten how to,

but smiling nonetheless

that lasts everywhere

I take to thee adventure without leaving my couch. And your pictures are huge. What i wouldn't give to explore; every day you share. There is a part in me that has to be held in place; to not just take off; to stop at the stratosphere; that must be tied down. Thus dreamed-upon other worlds or planets; drift the places like this that only exist in images -makes me realize it is enough right here; yet that is right out there, waiting. . . . But Oh how temptation burns for a reason to have nothing holding me back. The condensation focuses; a quite effective writing tool, grounding the audience; works only when you're not in my shoes. So Maybe these things get ruined by yours True -thee instant I step into March mush; but with distortions, alternating static, ears still ripped in frisson rifts; warmed scents worming thru nostrils flowing finite crevices creating themselves. The vanishing ice popcorn, vacancies, where does it all stray?.

This is the moment

that i may completely fuck up

But with so much built up

That could blow the stardust

You know to where there is none

This is the moment

I am listening again

To some tune, before this

And fire swells along my spine

This is the moment

Ya know, where I want

so

much

looking up

And my eyes are streaming

yet only within

This is the moment

Where I say things

are looking up

but you cannot hear

and have no idea

That the moment

was never meant