Stay Wild

You do know how I enjoy the wild. I’m all about it, but the entire time we face to face, I’m looking to see if you’re one color; if you’re talking to me and you’ve got a different face for the situations we find ourselves in, then I can only tell you that I won’t try to keep with that. As soon as I see you acting brand new and showing me different cuts I’m going to have to tell you I’m not with it. Figure out who you are, and be that with me. You want to be royalty, then you know how to act.

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I step back and listen because I think that you coming into yourself is the most magical thing I could ever hope to witness. It’s a dream, an ephemeral taste, a satisfaction that lingers with only a glow. Step down into that shadow light, tear into the cosmic night with a boundless high; squelching and more fucking howls; desire palms and digits like the maws of wolves to grip you by the throat and pour the vigour of ‘oh fuck-gasp, fuck’ down into your soul.

I bet that would wake you the fuck up, and keep you chasing lightning bugs on your back-snap, does this have your attention?

I can’t take you in the shower with me because you’ll get wet–can you get wet if you’re already wet?

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No One Follows Art

All the boys wonder… which part of you isn’t golden? And they’ll have to keep wondering at the novel of you. Not I, because I have my own answer — Surely your insides are made of warm flesh, as I doubt what I’ve dug is even a soft metal such as gold. If I close my eyes and turn on a light I can see, I’ve got a good taste of cherries, mezcal, and that unmistakable tang that tinges the tongue when you’ve got something delectable in mind. And I’m confident. So certain, I will reach right in through the breach without any flinch of emotion; No fear of losing what may very well be the hand of Midas. And I’m just as fine sweeping the floor with it too.

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Peach of immortality;
She took a bite,
and now I want to too.
Dulce flor, the hums need more
Hope she’ll let me polinate
I’m licking icing off the cake and I don’t even like sweet things

If I was half as beautiful as you, and naked,
I know they’d all convince themselves that they care.
And because of all the time I must spend
making sure there will be a place to sleep tonight,
I can’t figure out how I should feel about that

This is how I see you,
A blur while I’m moving;
Doesn’t matter how fast
Because I’m always at the right speed
Down a few gears so the engine slows me
Show me
Show me
I don’t think you have in you
A risk worth putting down
When you look this blue

Remember the wedding?
End up feeling worse, it’s cold.
Then you left with no one

She will. Oh she will.
But this isn’t about her anyways
Yeah this is about you,
┬┐Lo entiendes?
Does anybody?
I’m on to you,
I’m into you
Now I’m in you
And all I’ve got is a photograph
In my head of a good time,
Come girl, you don’t have to wait
in line for a line to a good time
All the angels singing some jagged version
of A Little Help From My Friends
Thinking about all the things I’ve said
Knowing I was leading you the way you thought you were taking me
Who got who now as a permanent image in time,
as the minutes count down,
only the fearful wish for more life.

I got hella feelings,
But I don’t even fucking care

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All you ever asked me for was time
So if I get it together, how’s tomorrow August 15th?
Will you hit the ceiling with me?

We don’t even dance no more,
You be teasing with those photos
And I keep it on the low though
Fuck what you know,
better know your worth,
no discounts
Getting all you deserve,
better know your worth, ah yeah
See I’m riding round the city
And I’m stuck on you,
Got that thing sitting pretty,
tryin’ to fuck with you

After a long blur of staying up and destructive behaviour, I dreamt again. It was only fitting that it fell upon midsummer, and of course it was at night. An incredible vision of the back your head, and other illuminated crowns. I finally walked away. I made my decision that I had been putting off, finally accepting that what I came for is forever mine – as well as gone. The well is empty of you, but not why I do what I do. Breaking through to deeper levels of shit, I am certain this is gold down here; who I am beneath the mud at the bottom’s surface.