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He made a vow while sweating and shaking

"You don't deserve forgiveness

and since you never asked for it

I won't give it

so there it is


We're over it


Can't believe such a small thing was all it took


if you woulda just listened

but no


the membrane around your

thoughts is nothing but six

dimensions of circular cunts and

cocks

spinning on a record player

for all the have-nots


once counter-wise then eight times

the other

with well told lies and the sprint

of the spirits in a spoonful of shears


Watch your ears.

Listen for the feeling

smell the third eye's sight

taste the honey from the ceiling


I don't want

I don't want nothing to do with ya

I don't want to want

I don't want to bleed on anything

Breathe on anything

Have anything

Say anything


I want nirvana without putting in all the work

I want exploding outwards

I want that last drip trip

I want release

and what hurts worse


With what meaning did you spit your curse?


What's the lesson here, what's the page number and

the verse


What hurts worse:


Feeling too much for the space you're in


or


Spacing too much in the feeling you're in


Either way you knew it was a sin

and you bound my name to your

papers and sent them into the embers

bound my hair to sage and ginger

and gave them to the fire


In every which way

I should've known you were

born too loose

born to lose

borne to St. Luce

born to a silver moon

boring to Laredo S. Gone

losing an election to a man entombed

and you wonder what's wrong?


Sometimes I regret the three times I married you


Well, the two times before this one, I guess

but this one's already not looking up


I still got a black eye from your mechanic

and you still got hospital bands on your wrists


Ah, fuck it


Those are my vows I guess


but before you get to say your piece of all this,

your brother still owes me for what he did to my

Rembrandt

and your mother must return

the embalming I stole off the very

first Virgo


okay. let's go.

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