Ppfft. Play house

All these play house thing

What a fine word

I guess the funniest part of this all
From whatever angle or crease of rocks you see it
It is but a meaningless extra of begging things
Seen from a backed spine on rocks
Sleeping cozily, dreaming on whatever logy

(Apology? Please, you don't know whats that)

It has been a faulty plan
And tht is all you have

But you are still screaming
Like you deserve more
Or whatever perspective of, economy
Buddhism, religion

Seriously

What the hell are you gonna plunder from this
Empty hole of faults, you digged yourself?


Oh wait


You are not even moving.
Simply phasing away in life.
In this meaningless, poignant hollow room. You so called blessing, but also
Meaningless
Both
I guess
Alpha
Omega
Garbage
Gold
And then, somewhere
Inbetween

I'm sorry but we aren't the same

Die southeastern pretentious mongrel

No wonder everyone's on stickers
Or pasteds.


Clearly
Nobody's reading anymore.

Sculpts.


And since everyone confused anyway
On themselves
Or, well, friends

I guess I have been, asking too much
Of these bozos

Cuz I fucking hate you All the same
If you are not taking hints

Oh wait
You don't
You take cash only

Everything else, trust in god