i got veins, too, and these old veins have carried angry blood,
but the same could be said for you, i guess. but then again,
i been wrong before, wrong 'bout lots of things,
and more often than not i end up smashin' somethin' wonderful
as a direct result of my personally unfathomable inability
to set shit straight, but you see right through it, don't you,
the seer that you are, you see straight through these old veins
like they were fuckin' syringes filled with fuckin' water
and i'm not even thinkin' anymore, am i? nah, i'm just
mumblin' and mutterin' and speakin' and yellin' and shoutin' and screamin'
and dyin' and floatin' and rottin' and decayin' and fadin' and bein' forgotten,
so fuck the blues and fuck you, too, while i'm at it,
'cause these old veins ain't got cobwebs in 'em yet, though i know you
would paint pictures of dusty drawers and as-of-yet unfinished family portraits
on their concrete walls, just to erase them and say the walls were
bastards anyway, and i'll just sit in the corner and wonder what it all meant.

05/18/2011

Posted on 05/19/2011
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