city scape . . . birthday cake

jokes on boats
set float
head first then the throat
the b.est b.irthday e.ver starts off when you choke

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fisrt gaggle cough a gasp of soft oxyiginated toffee splash random incarserated checkers chess baskgammon pieces all made of soap

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for happiness for them miserable moments ill be fine, cryin in time we share the same spine

the two di e mention

ladder that day

a boulder in a boat

when i listened to them last time i stayed put . . . but they squeezed me out into the light anyways . . . last time i learned that i wasnt suppose to cry . . . but that same day they smacked me until i cried . . . smacked me until i forgot what i was crying about and then slapped me until i stopped crying . . .

but i remember why i was crying . . . i dont hold back the tears any more . . . i miss you . . . i cant b.b.e.leave i was once ignorant . . . completly unaware that there was anyone or anything around me . . . because i was completely unaware that there was any "me" or self to be around anyone or anything . . . caught as one in the vast sea of everyone and everything . . . every noun !

but now i am a aware . . . no more ignor ant s until next 3.26.88 . . . birthdays from here on out . . . and now i never want to ignore you since you slaped me and made me aware of you . . . i feel guilty if i dont put forth some type of effort to contribute to the upkeep of this lil machine yall floating on . . .

my love is not accidental my love is not fake but my love was not voluntary . . . i love you for every drop of particular on-par-tic-you-call . . . per-tick-tock-you-late . . . pair-of-ticks-you-killed . . . and im sorry . . .

but my love is not skin deep . . . as my ignorants was robbed . . . the awareness of your separate flesh vessel was more than evident . . . since before in the sea of ignorants . . . we being the water and the water being one, love couldnt help but be everything . . . so why wouldnt it remain as we got seperated and organized into this strange thing we call life?

seems fitting that i would be an accident and then arrive late to just end up 5 days latter under a ladder on april fools . . .

oh well . . . im crying for you i hope your crying for me . . . or better yet with me . . .

music by yours truely...
(if ya cancall it such)