mix one part human
one part jesus
one part rock and roll music
one part scratch and scrape
one part limited vision
one part pushing away from the shore
knead until hard as rock
bake at 98.5 degrees until golden black
wake up feeling lost
wake up without anything
no friends, and even fewer lovers
drink something strong
drink alone
sleep with fingers crossed
sleep fully clothed in hot summer air
unconditioned, disparity
linger hope longer, i misunderstand everyone
i feel like I am not what anyone wants
I feel like my stab into history is too dark
brutally we are in control
uselessly jaw drop kiss sweet sun
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