big mute

now i cant smel evrythin smeary
buzzy+strong. lk th hang her hair curld
@ th jaw. cant tel th diffrence between 5 mins
+ 4ever - i wanna start over get 17 agen
fuk til i puke - what a dam waste libraryboy -
had 2 b composure had 2 b unique. dont matta
dancin how good fleuring bodies lite
resolve curve brush whips+dark -
odd misstep bottl unda foot bac inta
sum1. s'fukkin great. playin eyes
bac+forward - anutha time. y'd nobody
tel me these things soona? i'm pretty - bring it on :
i'm smart - so y don i did what everone i admired
done? too average too lazy NE utha xcuse
u lk 'oh, i wz kinda diffident'. wen d'i
wake up as partyhard mr dont giv a fuk?
or isit evrywhile u gotta cut out all
xcept a coupl tracs? >a litl acapella
then bac 2 th tune< 2nite i'd lk 2 b w/
sum1. wanna b w/u but ur not
here + here i cn get awa. sounds bad.
i love u. worn out evrythin i had now eatin
thru my bone 2 help u - i'm fragile on canes
a b+w foto of sum1 who's died - "A gaunt
Matt Dalby, Manchester 2002.
Three weeks later he would be dead." my face
lk an apple rotted 1 side wasps crawling
in it carry awa sweet slushy
flesh. worms've bored in my tong bucking it
swallow dont wanna. + it's nuthin 4 me.
where r u now - dont panic. talkin
inta ears just nuthin + i fl guilty. she smels good.

i cd draw u but it'd b lk tryin 2 draw
scaffolding @ dusk - i kno th shape but th exact
relation wher which parts join dissolves in grain.
but i cn fl u. ur w8 + smel on my thighs
in bed. th color ur hair by ur ears. its not
fair. sleep spinning alone only.
its not rite.