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No sympathy

For the empath, either

It smells of either

Mescaline, or ether

It's just a dream, I mean

I don't need referrals to therapy

Serenity and peace

Is all I'm screaming for

The the fourth wall's broken

The worlds up in arms

I pretend to hold him in my arms,

As I nod off,

I forgot to block the thought watchers

Got my VPN on, but

An EMP is what we need

To get the NPCs off

Fuck then all, then

Turn my phone off, tune out

Or just doze off

I need at lease a dose of Stone,

You know,

But won't bother

It's awful/awesome

I didn't wanna write it all,

At all, but I got to

Cause I been moving up

Like the Jefferson's in Chicago

Or was that New York?

Imm unsure,

Puzzles, importance and crosswords

I can't run on no water and pasta

So I'm awkward a short-stop

Or stoped stored of breath, tripped over a cross a t the crosswalk,

For once I'm iconic,

The Beatles I'm all four of them

Need some soft porn,

Or a needle in side my arm

This dude is harming me

I need some fuckin armor from

The opposite of God

It's just obnoxious,

He won't stop fucking up my block

I guess nobody loves him

Not even his mom

Guess it's my son

It's just another song it sonnet,

If you're reading or watching it

It's the opposite of love,

Not hate,

It's poverty

Baby's all right Brooklyn

Pretty little palace of disaster

Pretty little patterns of —

Whatever

Tantrums, smashing Jack o lanterns

Shadows,

Hands that attach to the strings

Allowing them to dance into dreams

It seems these sacred places

Have been ravaged

And

I have not been running

But I don't have any money

Wise than that

It's less than zero

Negatives

I want to kill myself again

Honestly, I see a way out it just

Requires being tortured

By people coughing.

And motorcycles

I might have seen my son for the last time

At age five

It's finally warm outside

And everything's just

Reminding me

I'm struggling with poverty

Nothing really matters cause I don't belong here

Everything is wrong

I just want blonde hair,

Hurry up, God

Assist me with a suicide

I can take pride in

Not an attempt, but

The only success I'll ever have

At anything

At all

-El Al

Nothing moves the same

After an unrequited love becomes a tragedy

Or just a movie scene

I want to scream for needing to be needed

Then again

Could die just to be dead

Could go back

To just be blacklisted

Or a crackhead

Doing magic tricks

Pass

I couldn't have ever imagined

This fascination as of late

Or making trance

But anything can happen

With the light switches on and off

As the kite catches headwinds

Or hedwig is getting bigger by the minute

That just grows out of his head,

But I wish it was a wig

Like Kristen

Pass

Yes.

Breathe deep into my lungs,

These scenes of things

So evil seeming, even to me

Lucidity becomes as dreamily

Eerie, intermittently meaningless,

And then suddenly,

However much later,

Maddeningly attractive,

As I am, in fact

Attached to this project

As menacingly handsome and devilish as he is

I've decided, it's manageable, but clashes with my