We are alone and now I’ll admit the judgment day kids are breaking my spirit. The god fearing ones, they’ll scare us to death. They’ll take what’s yours is mine is yours until nothings left. I never felt so alone as when I saw him win. Live poor, vote rich, praise god, don’t think, it’s un-American. I wish we were all gay Muslim illegal immigrants, lesbian Jewish black single parents. And my words came alive.. The top 1 percent, they got 30 percent. The bottom half, they cut them off, they call it compassion. They redistrict with ease, these partisans aim to please. With sunshine laws, the NRA takes care of us all. I got all shocked and awed and red-stripped out. My head ache aches as the ground shakes under everyone. I wish we had born homeless and hungry to start. We know not how to empathize to save our own life. We talk big but stand aside .. I sat down and watched my home descent Through my glass the s-t-a-t-e seemed bleak. The chit chat seemed to go un-scathed. They say don’t yell rape, Yell fire.

I took the train from Retiro down to your house. Martines at night held a chance that I let go of. I’d found something worth a fight and I just up and left it. I searched for a phone to talk my way to your thoughts. To trick you I guess, into falling for a yankee. I sat and waited for your Fiat when along you came with your boyfriend and I planned a coup d’etat in your coupe. You drove that car down to his house and as we started to get out I felt empty. I tried real hard to play it off. I tried real hard to read your thoughts from the back seat. I shut the door as I began to see if I could understand when my knees gave in. I closed my eyes as we walked in. I closed my eyes as you kissed him. I felt empty. Words I could not mention as we said goodbye to him passed by my eyes on the driver’s side windshield on the way to the bar to meet up with your friends. Kept my eyes straight, read the words and said ...

pseudo-narcoleptic day sleepers don’t write good children’s bedtime stories. They tend to skip large parts and focus on small things like people caught in themselves. With rhyme and reason, they articulate well, but forget that the sentiment is what sells it. Their big crime is they sacrifice all beauty for bad ideas and advice. They all write. He’ll break your heart, you’ll hope he dies, cause he lacks all feeling. He’s dead inside, so you say, the truth is he cares not for you. hyper-tense slackers hoped up on day planners don’t make for good listeners. They’re cynic romantics who gave up on plans they once wished upon in their teens. They call themselves responsible artists well I fail to see the logic of a sell out. Passive aggressives who mumble their presence make up the lions share now They all write. He says no to all commitments.

in truth we’re going to start a fire. it hurts to say, but I don’t want to see you this way. we’re going to put you under for a minute, but a minute could be your life. in truth, I wish I could have taken this for you. open insides, window pains, shut down. In age, you always seemed so young. Because in decades spent, the time it never caught up with you. I saw it in the smile of your friends at your jokes, and your walk, and your simple courtesies. In truth, I wish I could have taken it for you. open insides, window pains, shut down. you cast a shadow on me. The truth becomes what we longed to say and it still carries on like we carry on. You cast a shadow on me and I came undone when your heart part faded and I heard that song

JMP's and Tiny D's, Clay Nighteningales, DMPs and Emilys all make my day.. All my friends ( are good looking ) Though looks never remain I know in my mind friends never leave you. 3209 Harris Park Ave. Brian, Tess, and all the rest whose names don't fit. All my friends are... though no one ever says, all that’s left unsaid, doesn't go unnoticed.. and no one ever says.. “How we end up is always ongoing and you can change what you want in an instant”. I do. I still remember everything I felt. I do. and yes this means the world to us. How’d we get to this point? How we get to this point doesn’t matter much. That’s the point.

Our big admission of defeat comes in the realization that we kill time. One by one the hours fall from our hands lifeless after such carelessness Minute by minute the toll aggregates. The temporal genocide goes unnoticed One by one how the seconds suffer We kill 24 hours a day

Its self defeating yeah, but its so fun to say “the status quo who quotes your quotes could be no other way.” Your talk is cheap, our talk is cheap, but you’ve got style. You play real cool, we play it cool, cause for the while your cultivated jadedness, it drives them wild. I stopped reacting. We heard about it all, but we can’t stand to stand. We now collect ourselves because we’ve all learned how to say what matters most makes matters worse and smile, to laugh at loss and write it off as not a problem. Enclosed in classy clothes we closed off all that’s worthwhile. I stopped reacting The quiet kids slant and live in their heads while the timid kids fret and convince themselves that “All sorrow unseen does not affect me”. If we live day dreams, “all sorrow unseen does not”.

I’m on want ads though patriots they say I’m the cause of all mass destruction. A separatist who seeks your approval. An insecure outgoing new arrival. I don’t want your monotone. I don’t mind your monotone, I don’t think you’re monotone. I don’t need your monotone. Is this one on the up and up? I swear I’m on the up and up. This paper says I’m up and up. I see you’re weary. I’ll take on all your friends, why not, I’ve withstood bigger things. I’m not one who gives up so soon. Your beats per minute will come back to you. Lets make this nation first generation and force the good ole boys to take the jobs that they say we’ve stolen from good ole boys and pay them with insults and intimidation. I don’t think two wrongs make right, but I feel the right wants wrong. I know that this right is wrong. And yes, we are the new scapegoats, but I’m stunned the old scapegoats would do this to the new scapegoats. I see you're weary. I’ll take on all your friends, why not, I’ve withstood bigger things. I’m not one who gives up so soon. Your beats per minute will come back to you. We don’t want more than anything you have. We just want acceptance, not tolerance. For we are more than guest worker programs, bilingual children, racial exaggerations. We are all the hopes and dreams of families trying to make ends meat. Of those who face the indignity of being deemed illegal. And we won’t mind the monotone if you let us call this our home. I don’t think you’re monotone. I see you’re weary. I’ll take on all your friends, why not, I’ve withstood bigger things. I’m not one who gives up so soon. Your beats per minute will come back to you.

makers mark the headway down at trash can bottles point, overlooking highways from my backyard. The walls and cracking plaster won’t be fixed until we leave. I’ll hold my breath until then. maplewood Grab some ammunition. Sit and drink it on the couch cause all our allies wear blue ribbons. Hey man, she’s your roommate. There’s no room to crash and burn. I live on the runway maplewood. My allies they betrayed me. They made my words come out all wrong. Stumble to my bed and sleep it off. Wake up early morning to see the sun and ground kiss cause we don’t for now at maplewood.

I see two sides and out of my mind comes a gray that’s real unnerving. I know in time I’ll claim they’re the same, a sad thought to make me worry. Just work, think work, live work, no work means that you’re not here. We work for work, all work adds work, that gray still seems unclear. I take two lines. A slight of a hand grabs me quick and says I’m guilty. He’s in my spine, a chance so innate, the illusion cracks my eyes. Just work, think work, live work, no work means that you’re not here. We work for work, all work adds work, that gray still seems unclear. We’re coming in. We’re coming in.

Everyone’s your equivalent. That’s easily the most reassuring thing I’ve ever heard. you as the exception you as the understanding one . I hope that scares you to death because I want it to leave a mark though i can't. I want you to remember that for a time in your life you thought out of yourself and that that’s love. I've found a brand new contradiction. this is hell, but i can take it. as i kid i used to run outside more with helicopter arms and my friends around the block in baggy jeans and high tops now that i'm older i don't see my friends as much we don't wear suits but we've boughten in to "outdoors" and we don't stand a chance. I want you to remember that for a time in your life you thought out of yourself and that that’s love. I've found a brand new contradiction. this is hell, but i can take it.

a turning point, a revelation, a kid who asks far too many questions. Goes out, not in, to find himself. Some time ill spent, keeping to himself how you are who you are and that’s nothing so far. you search far and wide but don’t open yourself. who knows. i do i do ! oh to live this is very arbitrary. On what life is .. he’s heard it all, from broken minds in fifteen different languages. "To stay on track" "A good foot forward" A middle class corporate darling’s values. A walk in the park on some pills in the dark. A string of distractions measured all at once. Who knows. I do I do! Oh to live, this is very arbitrary

its easy to be uneasy, to be excited by fear, stress pounds, heart pounds, wait don't be weighed down, we need you. move fast slow thoughts cause they’re all waiting, for lips to catch up the ears. If lines show the eyes then we’ve lost you. we need you. we all grow to settle real fast down. we start to become unamused. we wonder how wonder lost was once. we start to pattern our abuse. They threw out a life, for a standard fee, for weekend get-a-ways, for fenced in lives, for matching big screens, for petty shit to feel less empty.

We're so glad we found you. It took some time now mind you. You don't mind, but we'd be glad to for you. What you see before you is a choice you withdrew when you chose to mind, and you've made us proud. On the weekend in Chicago, I thought I'd lost my art of living. I thought I, on a corner in Sevilla, I thought I'd move to Buenos Aires, and now I think why.. We are profoundly stupid children. Timid consequences. Social Architects. What you see before you is a choice you withdrew when you chose to mind, and you've made us proud.