My oldest memories: a big yellow room and I'm hungry. I ate every bug on the window sill. I still haven't ever gotten my fill. And if you took a picture everything would seem perfect, but you took a video so you can watch all of our fuck-ups in slow motion. Dad said I was a bad seed, how stunted I would grow. Here I stand six foot three, and look ma watch me go.
Write my biography, entitled "Horribly Sad & Awfully Funny". Will you read it out loud to me, so I can see myself as more than a story and you will understand why I keep this calm facade of martian sand to hide from the fire and flames of reentry of my stellar dreams to the badlands of reality.
When I die, when I'm dead, don't you leave me in the morgue. Drag my corpse out to the shore so all this water I've tread in this life I've lead can return to the wake once more and whenever you step in the ocean, we will be as close as ever before.
released December 1, 2013
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