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.