Summer’s got me
summer’s got me manic
summer’s got me eating the sun
I think I could jump 6 meters above the atmosphere
or whatever
I should learn to act before I brag
And i should learn to act without bragging
Leo Moon blues
and sober bitch problems
Imma imma kill god
then marry the corpse
there’s something sinister in pure sunlight
Burroughs-like, dryness is next to death
and Apollo is also the god of plagues
Or maybe it’s my own reflection I’m seeing
darkness and warmth go along well
as in Berenis - in black she finds strength
fire she uses as an excuse
Cryptic summer
summer out of Junkie’s pages
THE SUNLIGHT NEVER FORGIVES
SHE’LL SHOW EVERYTHING YOU’RE ASHAMED OF
maybe that’s why I’m this heavy of an exhibitionist
not only am I afraid I’ll forget
If I don’t record my whole being
but also if I act as if I’m not ashamed
of anything, ever
maybe I’ll believe it too
Summer got me creating
I swear by next year I’ll be published
I swear by next year it’s at least two exhibitions
I swear by next year I’ll have made up
for my ten years of slumber
I’m gonna swallow the sun
and the night I make a teenage girl cry with my art again
God herself’ll come down from the Aether
and she’ll greet me like her own daughter
like she’s proud of me
finally living by her image
THE ONLY TIME ONE IS HOLY
IS WHEN SHE MAKES ART
AND MAKING ART ABOUT MAKING ART
IS BRAGGING, SO SHUT UP
YOU DONT HAVE AMPHETAMINE MOUTH SYNDROME
TO EXCUSE TOU THIS TIME
GO KILL EM, GIRL
or whatever
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