hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
look right through me.
look right through me.

I know the pieces fit.
Because I watched them come back together

You must have been high

I want a change
I need a change
I deserve a change

--"Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or her
cannot find the comfort in this world
artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers
vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on...
but there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality...
as privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show
swept out through the cracks beneath the door
holier than thou, how?
surrendered...executed anyhow
scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...
a truant finds home...and a wish to hold on too...
he saw the trapdoor in the sun...
immortality...
i cannot stop the thought...i'm running in the dark...
coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...
oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm...
and whiskers in the sink...
truants move on...cannot stay long
some die just to live..."

Well. Life is a bore. Life is a chore. A needless neverending bullshit trip that falls in and out of reality. Yet inevitably, and admirably, a large span of time to better ourselves and make our mark. We're in love with life. A sick drug that evrybody is addicted to. WE ARE ALL ON DRUGS. I slip in all the cracks, and I get stuck in their dirty little crevices. ..Wandering, wondering If I will ever find the way home.
All the bread crumbs that once accumulated behind me...

(to remind us all that the past is in our skin, our breath and in every walk. Clicking with our shoes as they hit the ground- making a melody of the broken hearts, scraped knees, and salty tears. Twisting in the bitter sting of high pitched screams and melodic whines. Sinking in our pores. We are drenched in the sweat of everything we have ever done, hoping we can get rid of it as if it were a fever.)

..are now dissenegrating. Leaving me. Allowing me to make a new path regardless of the sins in retrospect. Swallow the regret and let it pass through you making it into the waste that you always felt it really was. Naturally laxative as well as a therapeutic way to [link] move-the-fuck-on!!!

I am so extremely siked. I have waited for this.. for oh I dnt even know. YEARS. ETERNITY. Since my last five lives? haha.
I am seeing tool on tuesday. And I am going away for a day before that. It will be a good little vacation. I need that.
I hope all goes well. But it has to right? They are perfection incarnate. I have waited and now I have recieved...
oh yes
oh yes
oh yes oh yes sir.