Helpless Minds floating In black brine I'm feeling tiny I'm feeling small I feel like everything An atom splits I've been hit Along the surface Of my sun On your sun Of every sun If I were a sun, I'd be this one Fucking up everyone's day I'm going to miss the smell of my dog and the hard feeling of my Fisher-Price McDonald's drive thru playset When I was four it gave me pink eye Don't look back, it's coming in a face that you have known Eleven miles of stone casting piles of rubber discs into the eyes of men They shoot like falling stars along the black lake collecting chalk lines from corpses and repurposing them for the new and improved teaching method spreading across the country Soon the dingo sends out his conmen drawing missiles on their graves Art is a thing again Our minds are now dense with hideous pretension Teachers across the nation adopt the new psychotherapy method of having their students dip their hands in black paint and fling it at the wall screaming "ha, ho, I'm having a good time" "Ha, ho, I'm having a good time" say the kids as they fling black paint at the walls New pickups on guitars to soothe the lumbering cartoon beast that appears on the television much to their dismay, much to their dismay In the end the only survivors are those who are proficient with rifles I draw my rifle fast and shoot my rifle true The bullet pierces the shell of the beautiful scorpion and I salvage its carapace to use as protection against the gaseous clouds Horrible men feast on their fathers' sons while the meek survive off sulfuric acid and chitin Sound did not survive the blast

P.Zorito chokes on Fritos baby burrito Ohio Toledo let's go Six foot eight Six foot nine Six foot ten That's a pretty big guy (English essay)

Rubber maidens harm the window sill With a cover With another it Feels like it's farther than before With another trip Into a wishing well These days you are awash with doubt And no words can escape your mouth To find a way, too insecure To even be completely sure Rubber maidens harm the window still With a cover To find a new kind of it Fading lessons fail to help you now With another trip Into the wishing well These days you are awash with doubt And no words can escape your mouth To find a way, too insecure To even be completely sure

He scrawled in weird psychedelic hand lettering “use your plow” again and again on the back porch where you can see the dog through the window He kept telling me how she would usually stop by on weekdays but she hadn’t shown up yet He stood there waiting all night by the rocky coastline until he was shot into the sky by unknown forces Up there you can see everything Blocks and streets getting smaller and smaller Schoolchildren busting out down the sidewalks An elderly salesclerk vomiting in his hands, the details not quite clear enough from the altitude Eventually the entire cityscape begins to look like a pie chart and you being to lose breath, but it’s a sacrifice that must be made if one wishes to aviate like he did on that cold day in 1977 They haven’t found him but small gashes and ruptures still appear on his childhood blanket gathering dust in the corner of a wood lined closet next to the film canisters and artillery shells

I'll stop breaking in if you'll stop breaking out The doorstop's empty It's full of art and designs like god intended Blow rocks out face Eat shit now Planetary's been shot down shot down Never hear it fall but you feel upside down and you know how I feel like this conversation's dead Lets go out and shrug it off instead Supersonic nothing gun Drown yourself in tiger blood I feel like this conversation's dead Lets go out and shrug it off instead But with this plow I'll make the precinct proud Fire my body to the sun and watch the reflux clouds Clouds, yeah

Tie your apron to the chimney, there's no looking good I stand for complication You stand for aggravation There's a field there full of glassware raining broken shards To hinder future projects Keep watch of distant objects There's an answer holding spears all scaring into crowds They don't want ugly children They cannot stay forgiven They know they will not return, they are not feeling well Just use the plow and save it You know it can't erase it

I never thought that I could guitar player, that's a fact Teachers teaches us how we should act, now To confiscate your secrets (Broke my shields, now it's two shields, how?) They will never read them (Strangled, bent up, knocked out, knocked down) Bird is stupid, pretend (Feel it, feel it here now all around) Face split when hit pavement Strangle doctor A resident

You are the one You weren't a part of it Into the sun Into another one now It's over now I'm getting tired of ambience and weak bones It's over now So unstuck Spread out on tile I know a girl with eyes like submarines Red letters dead set into her shoulders but she Stands tall and proud and makes me wanna believe The universe is more than calculations made by machines She's kissed the ground with explosions of light and sound And never heard it till she waited for the sun to go out And she held me until I was dead She spins round and round and round and round again So unstuck Spread out on tile I'm all spent up Come once in awhile