2004-07-28 & 11:05 p.m.
city slickers part six!
we were born without eyes and the sockets were just break proof safes, read
these books and diaries, thats how they said we could stay clean, but, i would
rather staple my own hands to a train, then pray on knees that judge and blame.
mess with the best undress like the rest!
if i could better myself, i swear i would, i swear to god I’d fucking change myself
but the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down. my veins are turning
a dark blue, I feel like dying how bout you? take the coins out from under your
tounge unsowed the pockets because iam holding on to nothing. drown, drown,
I’d fucking drown without you. if I said you were the only one who could pull me
out of this one would you think it was fiction?
well damn if we all ate the berries we might as well die together!
i dont remember the good ones from the bad, but its too late because i cant hold
back from the bucket of bruises. brothers and sisters our lease is way expired
now, drink the youth. the stomach holds heavy circulations, our scariest secrets
and pleasures fuck us front to back, save our teeth and maybe our copies wont
melt under the light.
slangin rocks in the house of god!
we could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to
bury our regrets, they dont make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons.
so grab my chest and slip your fingers through my ribs, hold on to this blood machine inside because
its all about to end.
remind me never to stick my hand out the window again!
they said we might not come back from this one, but who fuckin cares at least it
will make us into humans, shape my legs until they walk on order, shape my eyes
so they wont tear up on command, shape this heart and make it harder than
forever, but remind me never to stick my hand out the window, because its worth
more than your breath.
are you guys telling jokes? i like jokes!
so what if your teeth hold a grudge, so what if your grinning means nothing, i bit
my own hands clearly right off, i saw someone else, I saw myself. the cursed, no
one can change us, the spells, no one can take us. i am tired of your breaking
downs, keep us away from your maybes and your killing downs. the heaviest
hearts can keep from breaking down, churning, grinding itself to slumber. a
plague on both of your plans, but it’s too bad that the prettiest smiles can taste
so awful.
welcome to bloodtown, population buried!
burn the quakers, learn, don’t catch fire, burn, now, can we make some pictures
with your fingers?what’s that father, father, death.
the trials!
make your fingers into pillars hold all the stomachs in this town, they can’t stomach anymore. the wood on these trees smell like skin now and old fires are full of carpenter stories, where they push plastic nails through their smiles. it wasn’t gravity, it was the witches, just wait till they cook up a cure for ignorance.
i sleep with my eyes open!
the last time we spoke, we ended up no where and it seems like my words arent any better than your quotes, our speaches were reversed just like the movements of our hands, with every sentence and letter i became more afraid i remember every sentence and i remember every word, because through this mirror i thought my words would come out backwards and your mouth is just a reflection of what i cant swallow.
***if you're wundering what these words mean. shit, i have no idea, e-mail juan at thefievelmouse@yahoo.com