we won’t stop, until somebody calls the cops, and even then we’ll start again, and just pretend that nothing ever happened.
—kimya dawson
eh
if the body is our vessel, let’s take turn exploring unknown truths,
like tourists, snapping away at interesting looking objects.
i’d explore your kidneys, poking at them and making you pee. caressing your lungs, changing your breathing pattern. i’ll be floating in your stomach acids, gasping for breath, burning, but loving the fact that i’m inside of you.
because i need to be inside you literally, to get inside you methaphorically.
difficult it may seem, but you deem to be a mystery..
but i’m not nancy drew, so i’d like to take the magic school bus inside of you, guiding myself through your intestines. call me crazy, but i really just want to get to know you.
and don’t fret, i’ll pretend it is our first date, so i’ll stay away from your privates, and instead i’ll flow in your blood stream…to make way into your wrists and your hands and your legs, to honestly be one with you.
cause all i ever wanted was to be one with you. yet you never seemed to not want the same, so i’ll just play with your liver until then.
until you figure out that i want to take a trip into an unknown station. closed to the public for life, your mind. see, you tried inviting another but she tried changing it before entering. and you say you only open to ones that behave. and i know all the rules, i won’t change a thing, i just want to see what’s inside.
i want to understand you, entirely. i want to understand why. i want to understand how. i want to understand what, to know who you are… and i know where, it’s your mind that is key to you. just let me in
we shot up love in our veins til we created doped up heartbeats.
Ghetto Warriors then Don’t Push Me at Carriage House. Almost a year ago. I’m still this awkward.
I like the lead paint on fire hydrants.
New England.
My Generation. <3
I wish my ears could serve as microphones so you’d be able to resonate secrets into the audiences of my mind.
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Dad poem. Don’t mind the hair, i just came from work.
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This is my first upload. It’s inspired by Jimmy Dean commercials, among other things.
