Shallow End at the FolkPunk BBQ This feel goes out to the assholes brother or sister tossed into the deep end of the adult pool. It’s about the last moments unbeknownst with your best friends before youre uprooted your family was new at being a drug statistics. It goes out to the loser, siblings, enablers iPods and computers all the shit you were using. Then check out moms jewelry, I’m sure it was pretty sold at the pawnshop for crack. This one goes out to the publishers of your brothers mugshot on rack at your smoke stop not the one he just held up for some cartons of Newport’s and it looked like some scratch offs Ihop guy: Ladies, do you like tyranny do you like lawlessness? Then you should fucking eat here at IHOP so you can support it. Ladies: Fuck off Ihop guy: FUCK YOU WHATRE YOU GONNA FUCKIN DO ABOUT IT YOU OLD BAG NO JUSTICE. NO PEACE. FUCK. THE. POLICE POLICE POLICE POLICE sucked off at the

Hivemind Stuck in the infinite mind they’re mining coin from all our eyes. Throwing out nods to the hivemind. Greasy, that smell, man. I’ll do what I can with the algorithm sucked off at the brainstem my tumbleweed is rolling through a ripped up book of joke a day with torn up smut. I’m paper mache. How many gigs to a womb? How many years before they hack my digital tomb? How many bucks to fuck my skull cpu? They don’t want you educated you’re a little kink pig. When they want they can distribute all your secrets. Let them get their fill your mind and body already split the bill. How many gigs to a womb? How many years before they hack our digital tombs? How many bucks to our our skulls cpu? Or by the end will they feel little and led on since we didn’t finish plans and they only found the shit we jacked off to. Mi llamo Asshole I’m addicted to cigarettes. I’m addicted to women who smoke cigarettes. I’m addicted to women who choke me during sex and smoke my cigarettes. Yelling, fucking, smoking, I can’t stop a crinkling bag once it’s been opened I’ll change when I turn 30. Probably not but here’s hoping.

Mouth What’s wrong? I show you to my mom and then you ghost me? Didn’t think my friend nicks raps were very funny. Now his eyes are making sad cummies. Butt gism passed the torch and you put it out, taking all the blunt out of my kids mouth. You’ve got your problems not my job to solve them you should work it out. Girl cum get that work. You’re leaving with your toes in my mouth. Nick asked for a candid ooo you couldn’t stand it and you shut him down. Just a stupid picture you might as well have shit in his mouth. “It’s so hard enforcing pronouns when you chill in the south” Quit acting uninformed or put your fucking phone down. “How many people in this room do you know any way?”. Are they genuine friends? Or are they just your leverage for the day? Dude who are you fooling? Fuck communication put your phone down, go home, and sit alone glued to the tube until the suns down. Next to you I’m quiet, internally I’m screaming “what a let down”. Shallow End at the Folkpunk BBQ This one goes out to the morgans the loved and the choked slammed broke hinges and doorframes then you two made a sextaped over me playing sabbath at wills in 04 This ones for all of the condoms full of the clean piss taped in between your legs its easier than quitting for some pussy ass probation. This memory of prevention your nose in a tail spin downward towards a mountain that you stacked with oxycontin and coke on your nightstand I managed to stop him either me or the smoke break

2069 I’ve seen the end of our story we’re all post traumatized and boring untrusting and funny we’re fat poor and pastey Swim through our piss you’ll get lost. Got short tempers we got hot, over worked, and underpaid until we all got laid off. Laid late on couch with love lost We saw 2 dead girls on the sidewalk in Phoenix. Got drunk and high so we’d feel less. We saw the reds and orange through a hole the ceiling. I saw the best that I had ain’t worth seeing. We lost hope. I lasted long ‘til both our pets and parents were gone. I ran away, bought a gun, pussied out, and got a refund coulda woulda sold my soul to rock and roll, killed my son to sell some records Wrecked your car bill my shrink. Wiped your blood outta the sink Spit your beer into my face that was her favorite foreplay. We don’t admit to shit thats commitment to the bit. Important parts of history I guess we didn’t see. We just assumed itd be adapted for the movie Paid my debt off when I could and I never could nothings that hard to get when you can’t relax. All our bodies get taxed expensive meds tossed back. Bossman never called back life at the bottom of the stack. Until the lib gods wrote a code Disclosed the ufos as wedding drones. Gave the gavel to their kids. Summoned the racist rapist priests and pigs. We watched their trials it was lit. They flipped a switch , flipped off their lids, lift off their skin, tallied their sins. Convert to coin onto the outer net Mailed us all a check then we got rich the only water that was left it was Dasani and that shits gross Now Mountain Dews as good as gold. We burned the text books we were cold. I heard there’s live-streams still up north. Joined a militia for a tour. Explored the ruins of New York. Simped the camgirls squatting down at the gucci store. Finders keepers in that treehouse mill the culture down and cash out. Spot her bass proing the trenches buying memes on social cell plans. So I defect transplant my beta blood and trade it for our cybertruck. Hit neo vegas with our luck held up the chapel with a cancer gun. Diesel genny in the trunk to keep our persy space fucked. Had some kids and made a family band traded the truck in for a van. Crashed the van into a wall the children died and we lived on. Peaks and valleys that end up so meaningless. But that’s just the way that our future went.

Cum Promise Unused. A compromised compass of morality. If I’m so undeserving why does it always present itself to me? The sore winners? The sore losers? At some point they all stop playing. Can someone cope with loss in the wrong way? How the fuck you’re fine on the same day? When someone’s staring it’s pretty funny to engage,K, but when something looks defeated it’s probably because it is. Don’t go through all your mental expenses just yet. 5 hits to my forehead 3 hits 2 my 1 true. Bottle in between us. I peel your conscience, clean up when you leave I think of you when I bleed. I said I’d check it when I get there then I checked out once you said something was cool but I would probably hate it. I hate it when you’re just pissed at: Parts about yourself you find annoying reflecting off the people and the places you can’t make yourself enjoy. Find the surface of the guilt was self deployed. Take mental notes of all the things they’re easy to avoid. Find the portion of your brain that you ignore. Another small fraction of yourself lost to the void. Reflections of the things you can’t enjoy projected onto parts of life when out of your control. Don’t make yourself do shit you know you won’t enjoy. Reject that seratonin when your body needs it most. I said I’d check in when I get there then I checked out once you said something was cool and I would probably hate it. You hate it. Shallow end at the Folkpunk BBQ This feeling you mistook friends for family wore out your welcome got annoying on fast drugs oversharing all your problems you’ll fit right into Portland fake with your new friends show them the friend tattoos you never truly use anymore. This one goes out to the asshole still drunk and unstable dont sit at our table. Everytime you leave a mess that we’re tired of picking up. This fuck you goes to the doctors prescribe mind desolvers their pockets get lined by soft crushing moms and fathers. I worry about dementia I hope we don’t get you cause watching dad watch his dad was super rough. A straight fuck you to cancer stop taking my loved ones that taught me the power of laughter and chatter.

idk choose your own adventure then Unnannounced Uninvited: You could go to the park it’s never fun or you could sleep at the bar if you want your house is just a little far and miles are money. Or we could walk into town it’s pretty done though if you just stare at your phone it’s pretty doable but don’t travel alone cause you’ll go stupid in the chamber of echos. There’s nothing there for you to hear them on the phone it’s never new you're drifting slowly to the hole and that’s okay because that’s where we gotta go. You’re sinking fast and even faster when your stoned. Dude let me have that joke you don’t use it anyway. Come on, I sleep alone and this shit could really change my day. Man he hit the wall last night hit a wall got a vigil its lookin bright got 3 cops to a scene fuck 12 if you're asking me that Man he's got a family the family's gotta party they planned it all week and now they just had to cancel. bummer. thanks to Tony. Tony hit a guy last night on his bike hit a wall and he splattered pretty bright bright red. Its not my problem so I guess ill make fun of it makes things in my life feel a little chiller but it stings

2020 Cobb salad: waiting for my vape to text me oh hey it just did looks like my table is ready my vape just sent me nudes what can't a guy do with a vape Insensitivity training in Tent Cities: A Fortune of Serious Regrets - Life’s not a movie. Life is cartoons. It’s tunes in you’re car. You’re driving perfectly far to pick up a movie to compare yourself to when you called out of work today. There’s nothing pretty about struggling it’s only cool if your healing and they all got answers but everyone’s wrong except the one that you come up with on your own. You might not get better only better at it being alone. Alone. Unfortunate magnets. Wicked clit. Unfortunate magnets. Stupid fit. Fact check my aura its unsavory and this ain’t the first I’m hearing about it. By the end I hope they feel little and led on. I’m done with sadness wasn’t cutting it. Spiral down and scoop up nothing when I’m on the ground and blue for real. The name they gave me stands for nothing and that’s the only thing I am. Don’t show me how you sin, what you’ve done, who you’ve been, which bars you cant go in. Show me the fetal posish you crawl into when no one else is watching you crumble. You’re making manic people look bad. “You don’t look healthy” thanks I’ve got a brain that hates my body. Inspiration smokes themselves and I don’t give a shit. But if my bags doing it then I wanna be there. I haven’t reached out of my cell in the last 3 years and that’s on you not me or else I’d probably still be there for you. A certain feeling I crave it they make it I won’t take it. A mental fee won’t pay it. Tripped up on pharmaceutical exploits. I wont pretend I’m well read. Making horny people look bad. Pushing all my buttons on our way to fuck am I still on the ground and blue for real my name escapes me I’m blank and nothing that’s the only way that I get anymore They’ve got a flavor i crave it. The shit they want they say it if its stupid sauce They spray it. They aren’t hung up on karmaic exploits. I cant pretend we’re well meant. Making friendly people feel bad. Pushing all my buttons on my way down to try and unlock my in-the-sky blooper reel but faith evades me and I’m just loving in the only language I can anymore. I don’t have secrets I scream it the soup I like I cream it. I’m bleeding when I dream it’s coming out of my mouth. I won’t pretend I’m well read 420 words are in this head 6 for cum and 9 more for daddy dads Shallow end at the Folk Punk BBQ: watch his dad was super rough. its double fuck you to cancer stop taking my loved ones that taught me the power of laughter and chatter. This last ones for all of my swimmers we made it we got here. Somehow everyone got better. Where’d they ditch all their trauma? Its the pace of the slow death of my co dependence on us and our bullshit until we don’t let it shape Piss on the grave of the old you the one that you pushed through to get to some feeling you can now call your neutral. im chill its chill we're chill enjoy its chill just know that when you bob your head Its to the sound of the static embedded in my short stack. I know it ain’t called that, doc. (I didn’t call doc back) I guess I’d rather sing to than talk to a human that shit costs way too much man this is a shitty health plan. It’s best to goof, get fucked up, and die. Sam Kinison Spirit Monologue A recording of the last time my Aunt Connie made me laugh REST IN POWER.