rants and snippets - my letters will doubtfully ever be sent...

dec17 - Don't you think we'd be better off in some kind of cataclysmic jellow substance don't you think phrases should have more meaning art should be art not statements not truths not reactions art should be nature should be beauty should be visual poetry should be like her voice in slam trance should be like her eyes should be like his beauty his face his face I crave his face

dec18 - 11.30ish
And there'll be
some that seem
too interesting
too previously
full of glory
and people
and glitter to
  touch too
already
out of reach
I bet she
smokes
menthol
though I
bet she likes
punk boys I
bet she wears
croptops when
she doesn't
have anyone
to impress I
bet she craves
Mexico and
jumpers I bet
she loves Celtic
I bet she reads
beat poets and
crys for lost
time I bet she'd
leave and
forget to write
I bet she'd
  hictchhike to
see her favorite
band I bet
she is existing


the sound is stealing closer....
the picture perfect lollipop


And you most immensly
drowning drowning
in thunderstorms
pretty blue
i miss you baby
  i miss you.


i can wipe that smile off my face force it to leave without a trace in under three seconds
and sink
back
down....

One and a half inches the difference between society and myself
She stands outside my mother
frowns from beyond.

further....

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