my sticky eyes burn. the everywherestorm moves to cover your face,
and i'm scattered. the sorry moonman.
my brain slides behind my tongue
it's the moronic truth
that my whole moonhouse
in the gusts that i watch hurting you.
i want to talk you through me jacking you off the surface of our fatass homeworld.
'fear no yes. fear no yes. fear no yes. fear no yes' i keep saying to us
in my solution to what is,
in reality, happening without end.
drug myself to this silver desert
so fucking long ago
that the oceans i can see from far far away are your mouth i can't actually remember.
i'm back at the beginning of crazy.
without your help, i'm on my way to the middle.