So, idk about you but i’m getting pretty damn good at rolling j’s now
Fun hangz by the fire. I sit in wonder, feeling like some warped wire. Eyes stare back at me across the room. All along every curve and tangle in the wallpaper you so purposefully placed. Mixed feelings follow the sad blues and vibrant hues. It’s laced. It’s poison seeps in all too conscious in its stream All the while my eyes glazed and gleam. I’ve lost that part of me that had any sort of control Once the flowers start to dance and notice the picture as a whole We become more self aware to the fun house mirror of a life While the fire reflects something distant in the strife When we contemplate the right and wrong and the depth of the universe This is the new generation, and we decide things and our bodies cursed Sweeps and scraps across the night to cleanse our soul slowly The brush burns, it twists and turns into more than unholy.
You should join our gang in the garden. Sacrifice your friends, we should be your only friends
for shits and giggles, i guess.