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this house is haunted hatchets sharpened in between these curtains and those and tales such tales ropes and necks around kind of tales every broken sigh every breath of alcohol smelt laced in slurs and cloud eyes mademoiselle them damn pretty eyes and a chair set in the middle of a room all thumbtacks and nails from silly little pictures tar lungs and dark rooms when it's the water that's cut left with only a chair and an outdated model closed doors locked doors keep them out only the fleas are left to take witness to impulse erratic obsessive clicking refresh over and over and over until finally after waiting after impatience short words you know with the little bit of awkward and there's this back and forth and there's an adventure in the cocktail all this joking giggle is this blush on the phone now almost all them bills paid out on stage those good old bills taken out a name falling down wells and wonderment something in the way of home videos and dahlias but all that's gone now swept away like used condoms and roach bombs full circle back to the race now a taste of blueberry to pass the time snail pace snail trail trailblaze a phone cold clinging this raft of the medusa this well there's that fairy tale shit again unlock lock unlock lock dammit dammit call now now not then not later but now and here we go now losing our shit over this oh those ain't your texts out of everything ain't shit to burn oh no she took everything all of it up in flames insects and candles and all that jazz thinking we have a need for any and all of it leave with all of it all this shit leave only a mess twice sense and his scent but we have this meeting yeah there’s shit to do those ashes to trade off and it's the embers burning holes in your story junkie memory and the lights remain off woods alive with night and the lights remain out run about here we come maybe getting into a dick-measuring contest go go gadget nice to know who's baiting who's strung and that vibrate wasn't you with closed doors and closed eyes lights out glocks cocked and dumpweed refresh unlock holding out burnt out dude i'm telling you're such a fucking sucker mister so you do give a damn your incognito is showing but you know there's a handle on it nah nah it's good for real fer ye ye yo-yo ya-oh again repeater pumpkin eater call dammit there's a need for those duh we're still friends facebook says so these walls know so they whisper shh shh and the aroma of metal shavings the taste of axe ©