Snowflake

Elizabeth Olsen, those eyes, she sees too much, the truth, hurts so much, hold me close, let the pain flow away, La Llorona, so young, yet so perfect, this poem, I didn’t want to write it, but damn man, its art, I had to express it.

DHCP

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When you take advantage, you only take advantage of yourself, its sad, but I'm not an architect, various truths are echoing out, maybe you had to risk it, to climb the step, escalate privilege, the waves push and they pull, each place has a network, a wealth, to draw from, higher and higher, its truth echoing out, maybe you’ll see it, what gods are made of, leave it on automatic.

Demerit

I hate it, when people don’t know they’re dirt, when they think, they’re different, from the rest of the animals, fuck man, I want to murder you so bad, the homeless man on the street with a knife, and you, tell me, are you better, I can see it, the inclination to say yes, the cookie crumbled, and the homeless man stabbed you in the chest, now you’re dead, like I was saying, born of the earth, doomed to return to the earth.