But what are you really trying to say? Are to who? That doesn't matter. Just keep writing it down until someone buys it. Right?
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I dream cousins float free thru coliseums of mummified birds. decayed cities bleed brown water when bells sing soft like radio nostalgia wrapped around a broken ear. see those rats found ways to slip unseen when the lights burn. these four foot skeletons don’t learn without the visual. those cats on the corner are not rolling for criticals. i suppose these fire escape dreams have their own expiration so i sit and breathe in jail cells waiting. mutter something like white noise melodic coughed thru caffeine lips and nicotine nostrils. some bums never have enough to look fresca , so we sit in allies with evil laughs like kefka. in red robes the only spells we cast are charming glances nullified by mothers eyes poisonous lullabies. wait, dude - just what is it you wake to? is it solo with a single spit ray of sunshine thru the blinds? is it a bed full of phantoms with eyes like knives?
kill it. i can only sleep well on broken bottles. wind blown backwards. friends with insects, birds, werewolves and matter factors. i put my own ghost on blast and sit back with a bottle laughing at the aftermath. we carbon based snakes sans the daddy deities dancing on rooftops with pills for the tooth rot. pills for the lonely. pills for the nights when when i got no one to hold me. so hold me down like ten times gravity. migrant - moving to where time tics slow to keep me vibrant - louie's in the skyship with diamonds looking vibrant. but deader than than the eyeless-cadavers keep a steady beat. ghost train pulls up with a grin to welcome me. and these - the few that stuck around to watch the city fold. city boy was told to migrate before the city's cold. and that's really all there is to tell, son. just keep bleeding these fucking ideas on paper till you sell one.