Festival

I'm put together beautifully.

Big, wet bottle in my fist. Big, wet rose in my teeth. I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls. I'm a parade. God is on my side, the motorcade will have to go around. Ash trays and coffee cups are reversible!

Honor

I was actually raised by women, my father skated but he left me with latent addiction.

I wouldn't dare to lecture, I don't know how to lead there's got to be somebody better.


I'm tired of sitting here pretending I'm not fucking dangerous.
Expirations are needed, they facilitate the end.

Good Morning

You never call when you say you're going to. Maybe you just don't want to. I guess that's ok, if that's what makes you happy. I'm so under-appreciated. All the bad things get rolled up tight and smoked in my face. The good things go unnoticed or with very minor recognition. I know I'm not that talented, but I could use some support. It's sort of like, resentment mixed with superiority.

Play it cool, you're going to give yourself a heart attack.

Emergency Emergency 911

sorry folks, just a false alarm.

nothing to see here, just keep it moving.

2 dogs, some plaster, and a whole lot of consumption.

everything is exactly how it seems.

the true, blue triumph is war.

fearlessly choosing sides is harder than math.