most anything you could think of

since when?

my love song written in crayon

a post-it note mosaic on the west wall

checkerboarded and nonchalantly strummed on garage sale guitars

reflections meditate on the long run

sell weirdo trinkets for the f**k of it

memories, man

it's days like today

ornamental and effectively random colored

still my pimped out cabbie cruises San Fierro

let the pretty girls stop and stare

with their mannequin poses

waiting for Andrew McCarthy to swing by and bring them to life

it's like seeing the world sober

and just being generally unimpressed

submissive like the base of the pyramid

everybody clapping in unison

i couldn't tell you how to kill me

maybe a meth head with a stolen gun

her aim amped up

simplistic instrumental

no one ever goes where they say that they're going

Reviews

[Christie Moses]

"its like seeing the world sober, and just being generally unimpressed" Love that! The reality in your writing is so fierce.