ambien fighting sleep
2005-07-02 - 3:34 a.m.

different states of mind can be reached in the smallest of ways

when your rythm will never be found throw it off a train and dance

on the empty tracks smoke a cigarette pop a pill little jill take the reds

take the blues take the black communion waffer on your buring tounge it doesn't
hurt to sway or swagger and when things are off kilter you see balance in front of you
but damned if you can find it twisting through a river

of chemicals snakes i plucked the wing from a dragonfly and stung me skin the sting wont heal I don't
want it to for once I dont want to be healed or have somone heal me let me be the scar on heel is mine
it is healed now this print is swaying like water to a ship they are bending into one another

arches are what I want arch your back when you come arch your back to show your tits arch it in yoga for spiritual fullfillment

bruise easy bleed under skin over it now take it too far you wont regret it but for a moment and the momemt will continue moving until you stop breathing

everything breathes paper humans animals we all breathe in strange sounds noises born with a fear of falling adn loud noises

stars crash and become those to go blind later in life didnt you know that keep trying and there will be more to try for
it doesnt hurt to fly
it doesn't hurt to try
it doesn't hurt to speak
the wind is ready to whip your straw like hair in front of your face
everyone wants to hurt you so you don't hurt them

Beneath the city
beneath the city
there are abandoned childrens toys two pointe shoes lay tagled and defeated in a gutter the people long since taken refuge in refuse or the clever made homes of twigs and sheets torn to threads you don't know what they did with me or to me but the silence was better then candy I want to die in a sickbed surrounded by poisionus flowers, stinging nettle.

yesterday - tomorrow