i'm just writing a religion as i'm living so taint taut tangled lit gas stove like hot crack smoke jointed fucking thing dropped like ting ting in the boiler kettle bing it's ready we're not better than our hair done's and i mean that cunt, by our best kept one's we save just icky bunches of flowers sprouted poets graffiti tags snapped before stealing. This is just a warm up

Cos I'm confused but that word runs along with a vinyl time that's control save on a program that I can call mine and so can you but this is different, there's a mob mopping floors hearing through their headphones jumping from their own statements because that's what the fame is doing to their brain it's insane echoes sparing roads. what's that mean you hard boiled egg holding the shit we bow down in clothes scraggy ripped off mp4's they're like ways to watch other people's stories falling apart. A good way a better quality this is the unit to mug swaps investigation and investment like a statement mixed with a sharp window pane like chipped wooden hair brushing poof cloud ushering cos my clouds better and so it waits. we wait alongside them thinking baby squeeze out the other ways. This is life babe, this is faith we live to breath a contradiction it's a simple ease to jump and with ripples for tides sucking inwards and seas fuzzy brushed like dusted feather shake your tail tensed up before someone saying again that it's not waves or circumstance that defines us as way we should change our minds to the imagination that a pinch distance we believe in, and repetition the soft ways that gently like a lovely depression i'd rather the instance with a capital delinquency leniency happy in my hoody on a friday another metaphor cos words I just wanna score. By that stamps and rulers are what I line up and reply to.