Today i rode my moped all around town and worked on art and drank a lot of Red Bull. Basically i am really good at neglecting my responsibilities...here is a poem i wrote for Jhase last week when i was being a meanie:
canceled words in things you say,
mountains drop and go away.
thoughts stand still but never climb,
chopping wood and losing time.
tell me once and kiss me twice,
stubborn streets can hurt like knives.
split the coals that burned so bright,
cement moons turn left not right.
truth lies deep within our bones,
foggy nests we can’t call home.
cold roads lead through rows of pain,
hitchhikers gold is to stay sane.
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