sux ♾

Slip the tongue

Night is new

There’s a door

Right there

Come on

Sleepy time

Let me get you a blanket

I changed my mind

I think I needed this

I have to go

Drummer unknown

Thank you.

Oh no

This is a nightmare

I take you for a ride

In a garbage truck

You know you want to ride

Crash

What did I do?

What do I do?

Alright.

Krash

Does anyone need another drink?

I skimmed it

Is he a pirate?

Are you a pirate?

In the 7th grade

Kissy Kissy

Mystical powers

I know I’m slick

Maybe you’ll see

Defeat

That poor angel today

Hey

I’m too old for you

You are the salt of the earth

Whether they’re old new or new new

It’s all blue

On my mind

It was

It wasn’t

Let’s go get a beer

And that’s a wrap

stupid magic (or maybe it’s just the whiskey)

I get on quite easy
living life as a spy,
I’m a stupid kinda person.
what kind of a stupid person am i?
I like train spotting and breeding guppies.
i want to be like all the yuppies
in this town who pass me by
and never say hi

but when i’m left alone
I like to contemplate night.
When the feeling is never right
I start to daydream
about nothing and
everything
that only matters much to a stupid person like me

My mind turns straight to whiskey.
i might just love it more than night?
i just might drink myself to get myself right
i just might drink myself more stupid and start a fight
i love falling over and getting dirty hands
i love to use words like magic and psycho
and say things like “no one understands”
but when i stop my talking
that’s a when i start my walking
down to get my fix
and fill myself easy
with a mix of cheap thrill
i’m a stupid kind of person out for the kill

-kyoko cole
2015
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