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Friends vs. Fantasies

I absolutely despise social interaction

And I’ll forsake the company of others

I would rather not have conversations

Or indulge for my brothers and sisters

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When I attempt to be amicable, acquaint

It feels like I’m scarfing down lead paint

The smiling, greetings, painful small talk

I don’t feel any better, as away they walk

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The only friends I will ever require are you

But what a damn shame that isn’t quite true

For you’ll only visit me when I’m fast asleep

Your separated reality is never mine to keep.

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dream or reality?

that was the most fun

i have ever had in my

fuckfest of a ruined life

if I can do it again, i will

but when i woke up, it

all dissolved, and i am

back to kissing knives

just so i could try to feel.

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que no tiene sano

you drive me

i n s a n e

but it’s always

m y  g a i n.

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SoCal

It’s the little things

For whimsicalities

In silly pink strings

With funny stories

On local reminisce

And tour bus hey’s

Amused memories

Scattered in space

Shared ecstatically

In colourful affairs

Tattooed in pastels

Of Key Street wear

Childhood brothers

Hardships and fun

All crazy as drunks

The boys in a band

It’s the little things

That lasts for while

It’s their happy days

That makes me smile.

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SD|CA

daily distractions

of california boys

with a guitar noise

and detonated toys

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daily distractions

in explosive chords

from tijuana nerds

and rock god lords

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nightly distractions

of punk scene songs

texan girls night long

concerts rightly wrong

.

nightly distractions

in faint lyrical binges

and acoustical tinges

and san diego fringes.

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Perforar el Velo

D-d-d-darker now
Kicked out and sleeping in your car
You roll the window down
Enough to dream and make-believe
Our lights knocked out
Turned upsidedown
I’m just a stupid motherfucker
Can’t figure it out…

~*~

Your chainsaw voice tears me apart

The beat in my dead system, it restarts

Raw soul flirting with the ocular lens

Until nothing anymore makes any sense

Dark chocolate kisses sent back to hell

You’re the light at the end of the brick well

Smash your instruments into innocence

Declarative imperatives doused on defence

Tattoos on my wrists, piercings on blades

Like a chemical rush, like a mechanical tirade

Hoodies black as thunder, caps snapped back

Ready for misadventures, impulsive attacks

I wanna run away to visit homesick San Diego

Let my broken legs carry me back to Mexico

I wanna feel every coldest sting of your hate

And retreat in a wasteland alone to detonate

Let’s tour the world with your open hearts

If I have to leave it all, then I would still depart

I just wanna be a part of your wasted laughter

And then find myself drunk as all hell later

I’m as slow as a turtle, as graceless as a giraffe

Prickly like a hedgehog, a monkey with a gaffe

You don’t trap me in menagerie, where I belong

Instead you make me feel human with your songs

Colliding selfish shamrock against coal blue skies

So send the vultures away, please go away to lie

Pesticides and gasolines no longer in my drink

Bullet breaths no longer hazy, and clearer I think

I know I’m not talented and I’m not charismatic

And I simply have a damn flair for the dramatic

But someday, I’ll punch life first and I’ll make it

It’s your faithed eyes persuading me to break it

I’ll sell my tears as bail, and I beg please don’t let me fail

And I’d rather die with you than to leave a fresh blood trail

You are the singular reason why my devil wings can still fly

And darling if I had you, then fuck, I wouldn’t ever need to cry.

~*~

So now we’re gonna chase the moon like fire
Together we can fake our own deaths here
Just wanna be alone and watch as
You all just disappear—oh no!
Just wanna be alone and watch…

Why can’t we be alone and watch?

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