Kill Me

So here we are

 

We take our morning showers

 

I feel sick

 

Love, okay

 

A note for the Intellectuals: I love you but don’t call me after I hang up

 

Life took a short degree

 

From now on time is buoyancy

 

A short reprise

 

I’m Leanord Cohen at 40 years old at 20 years old

 

But I can’t relate to him: don’t pin me down with time

 

Sailors set sail for me

 

Sailors set sail for you

 

I hope red skies at dawn don’t scare you

 

I am convinced by time

 

Life is a combat role

 

Every moment is a weight unburdened

 

Every chicken is a saint of vegetation

 

Cameron Winter!  We really wanna connect with your band, man!?  Geese!?  TS so fire bro! 

 

All internet aflame with spurious beauty in the face of generational poetry

 

Fuck Allen Ginsburg

 

William S. Burroughs we love you?

 

Death and time in the absence of culture, we salute you

 

We satirize you

 

We are you

 

I wanted to be you

 

I’m in the time-death curriculum of life and I’m dry-heaving my precious beauty away

 

I need to help help help help help help help help

 

There is no difference between reality and fever

 

So let’s slide down into music town and see what’s going down in that town of lazy pricks 

 

Songs called “Time”

 

I played all the guitar I wanted and then… 

 

Time happened: and I got hurt

 

Time happened: and I saw a phone

 

I saw Swans live and they seemed like a phone

 

I turned sideways and I felt like a phone

 

They failed to scratch my itch

 

And I felt like a phone (Wait… you listen to Swans?)

 

Just a lonely wi-fi router feeling like a phone, so why not throw three in the company?

 

It’s just itches and Algiers: shapes and sizes

 

I’m not what you think of me

 

I’m just an effervescent scent of what you think of me

 

Calmly clamming when you think of me

 

Lobster red-broiled

 

2015 Aunt I love you Cathy dead first touch of death perfume

 

In the end… it all happened like a phone: TS SO PMO