shit can’t just be the way it was, they’re trying to wait out the flood but that’s just not the way that it works it’s nothing, just the weight of the world wait time was the worst, i learnt to savour the thirst it hurts saying these words, need a waiver with my name on it first, then i’ll maybe rehearse, the blame is contagious, the blameless are cursed my lady’s courageous, my flame in the earth displaying some patience, i’m grateful as shit can’t just be the way that it was, really thankful as fuck, from her sayings to her stains from the sun splitting the stones, frivolous poems scribbled to phones with fiddling thumbs, when he dropped his first one the feeling was dumb, equivalent to swimming in stone, singing his songs just to deal with his home bought off cards dealt to palms building cardboard homes, the castle falls when the palms all soaped, rebuilt it one-handed fuck that, bring the drums back in, first came the hurt the art happened, every palm clapping, impact is hard enough to break a back like a the last straw tolls on my garage door flood the home, i guess my heart poured i’d lose it all for closure that i ask for loose grasp in the past’s paws, tasks forced focus, to keep me sober, need a taskforce all this talk of wasted quarters, i’m the last fourth, red in the face like i’m darth maul i’m past poor, plus present poor probably forever poor, next to god, the sweat was poured and we were listening to evermore the skin was glistening, like every pore the bed could bend the floor, make a couple memories, forget some more i’m the horse that the all bets were on, of course the pressure gets to tom shit can’t be like that, but i miss when it was

became less human in the shame i harboured circling like a drain the same couple topics to be honest, i resent you with every vein to which my heart pumps broken fingers made for sore subjects, maybe my mum was right about you but all it takes is talk to form gods from nothing before they start appearing in the mirror all of a sudden forget my thankfulness on purpose and in stride because to be honest it’s funner every single one of my jumpers on is how i walk into summer at this point me and zac might start talking in numbers at this point i might hit every fucking wall in the house just to prove a point at this point i really couldn’t make a muter point nothing soothes me like the fire ripping through the joint you know the saying, right - you hibernate you lose, but at this point i gotta hibernate to try to save my food every time i take a breath i remind the aches to move stepped forward, looked behind me and i might’ve taken two

a pale face approached me, ocean deep wrinkles and old knees, could barely hold his whole frame, thinner than the space seperating your toes, maybe 80 or so hunched over, old nose almost touching his old feet eyes looking for an excuse to stay open, but you could tell a blue hue faded to a grey dullness or something, lifeless at the right time, like just when life sunk in the pale face approached me, lips parted slowly, his only advice was “save your roaches” and then in a moment of silence and smoke gust, he disappeared sometimes i still see him in the mirror, always with a particular sense, can’t tell if it’s fear or an inkling of debt thoughts of home are something like a brick to the head, i wonder if we could’ve built with it instead jay said “you gotta learn to live with regrets” i came out the womb regretting dog, the living was next joints aching so i’m finishing them down to cardboard, the fuck my palm for, i flick filters the best over garage doors and synonym stretch, fast forward or slow time in the blink of a pen but what’s the point if my mother isn’t impressed? i’m gonna keep rapping until ruby understands it, hit the fucking roof it’s like they threw me underhanded i feel like a fucking brick wall today every single button hit just trying to pause the pain causing scenes like we were on a stage, you know, like for a play how many grams on average? you know, like four a day form relationships with same gods ignoring pray i predate the first predator to stalk it’s prey i made that shit, so i want all my cake since i was born been crawling on the road where the fork was placed small mistakes, promise i did everything but talk today, i’m spinning on the world’s tip eating everything, that’s just the hissing of the serpent, getting good as your worst guess, truth trickles through the surface eventually all these pretty words bent but really i just miss my fucking girlfriend and wish my fucking girlfriend was next to me the cheque was free, the consequences of the reckless where you collect the fees pull the pen out just to test your feet speed, step to me, friendships that aged like chance hollering independence punches thrown blind, i guess i got him in his appendix since i don’t pick the sentences, a pen decides it really just close my eyes and get to writing it’s all dependent on what you’re an appendage of, right?

heart skipping fast like an excited kid, entitlement is, when i fear the plight within i write some shit and title it, so i’m dictated by the fear every line is dotted, you can sign it here connect the dots and it’s a picture of the eyes behind my ears, it’s dictation of the highest tier find the tiniest violin and pluck the highest string, strung highly, like i’m high as shit swimming in poseidon’s tears, keep on coming back like what the trident pierced, why even try to veer? every word i hear irritates me like the slighest sinus itch money in the minutes wasted, i’ve got time to print i felt the feeling, just had nothing to rhyme it with, so the grief faded kind of quick, right? probably wrong, so i write again that’s not real relief, just a sigh of it saying bye to friends like we’re of mice and men should’ve worn the armour i was lent, maybe make the trident bend, my entire spine - you wouldn’t find a dent

god doesn’t grant nothing but the force so we’re bumping heads like i’m butler in the fourth scuffled with the forefathers just to get my cutting hand scorched fought the horse-hunger, fuck i didn’t start the damn war the blood-pour, but it’s royalty behind it like the buckingham doors god doesn’t grant nothing but divorce the ‘why’ is what we’re running through when the blue eyes can hide behind the who’s doctrine i was full of shit, the hunt was nothing more than sport, the tall was nothing more than talk the fall was nothing more than short, the paws were nothing more than caught or cut off my comfort from the source, call my mother for support if my hands are together, i’m not summing up my thoughts for my lord i’m rubbing skin to skin trying to summon warmth for a cause tough enough to crawl for applause, akin to him, more brim to brim than forehead to four headed monsters all headed onwards towards one thought - the thoughtless the vertex of stress was just more stress, simple hurts less and less getting more leant into like the wall he pinned her against before i turned six, my purpose is distracting from it like a forehead pimple

watched the streets uncurl, screaming “feet hurt!” and we walked dove into the world and landed trees-first mind bent as my knees were, speech slurred climbing up the beanstalk, the streets uncurled screaming “please stop!” sleeping on the belly of the beach so i’m hot, like a hundred million degrees hot, sweating through the sheets hot it’s peace not, i might forever keep the key lost doors i got to keep locked just to keep plot these walls can’t talk but they bite back i mean, she was screaming “hit me!” i was thinking “man, i like rap” situations sticky , find forgiveness in your imac got on a plane for the first time in my life at 23, dog - i didn’t want to fly back my ears closed and my eyes popped, standing on my words like a tripod despite lack, sometimes i miss my dad staring contest with a cyclops, i wan, won, win just as an example - the eye of the cyclone is what i’m high as the streets screaming “please stop!” but i ran on it grown by the grace of shit i shouldn't have seen, still made it out alive like you wouldn't believe - ZAC