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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

.

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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