talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs but i love instead in my head william s burroughs in my hands i burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand til it s purple and collapsed from the digging searching for a path to the virtue that i had surfaces will crack from the circles that i ve ran in the city city of the living dead wishing they could live again rip me into little shreds i m filthy admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness kiss me til i m innocent and kill me really i feel rosy two pockets full of poesy i m nosy that s too obvious for cody too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette i lit just to get another hit when new monsters can control me and it s an arcane parlay but hearts aren t really heart shaped are they i don t really know why but today is different from the last i don t want to waste no time in wishing it would last i can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh that this moment doesn t seem like a symptom of the past i m alive skipping by a land mine softly ship is gonna capsize probably it s okay i ll make my own way that s my hobby i don t want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain and that means that i d pay pay no mind of grate grateful times as days days go by and leave rather lead a grace graceful life and say say no lies and take take both sides of me i ve fallen into more pieces than are countable but put em back in a sequence that amounts i m fiending for an out that can set me free from writer s block i keep forgetting to remember everything that i forgot yea and they say when it rains it pours i ll splash in puddles when i know i can t evade the storm i ll burn another bridge just to make it warm then i ll throw myself inside watch me burn myself alive this is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut if i run quick enough then i ll come into some symptoms of innocence when it s crushed into dust if i wasn t in love with it just give it up i m feeling cold and under pressure and hide my nervousness with silence but when a coal is under pressure that s when it turns into a diamond i ve been in front of the line of fire to hold still watching all the people that try to bite through my stone will don t cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear you either take the higher road or be the road kill on september the first 2007 i learned what it s like to feel the world collapse beneath me to free fall for so long that you forget what the ground ever felt like in the first place and the only thought you do have is that when you finally land you hope it s hard enough that no piece of you will be discovered again you see i watched my hero die that day my friends and so far i have survived every day since i have no choice but forward while being gnawed on by the birds of prey praying that i never have to take another step in the same direction i am the deliverer of ashes a cultivator of roses in my fathers name and while i missed the pieces of myself that have been killed by my own hands i celebrate the ones that i have created since i have reinvented myself more times than i care to count and each one is a little less beautiful than the last which leads me to here the now the culmination of every moment of my life and i want nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off one by one to show you what s been hiding underneath because these are the flowers for my father