i dont know, shrugs not hugs, and the vague: a riveting masterpiece of questionable squirts through signs of the times.
heeeeeyyyy mmmmmaaaaaaannnnnn, my hands up in recoiled and half witted surrender while the sharp words of others stuck me to the wall and i was forced to stare an endless scrolling list of mundane writing about love or sadness or passive aggressive complaints from self righteous groovy cynics that probably take themselves so seriously and are always right and just have an opinion on everything you think you know or dont know, you are wrong. Whos that? just some dude.
who are you? just some dude.
who the fuck do you think you are? just some dude, borderline ghost smiling under my designer bed sheets i bought all by myself and i held on to that fact to use as a way to express my independence, yes maturity reigns supreme in this new gilded age running nonstop to keep healthy and staying on that almighty cutting edge conveyed so humble and aloof, but its just like it always was and will continue to be as long as there are serious suckers swallowing the substance from my soul, and the scenes that used to barrage my mind have been scrambled cause i couldn’t pay the bill on time and i dont think ill ever be able to afford to turn it back on, but i must work, and throw myself mind first, into the fires of passion that we all die for one way or another, and im ready to hear all everyone has to say about anything and nothing, and i will listen and smile when appropriate and respond thoughtfully, for you, someone, or whoever you think you might be or not be for thats my job here on this plane of existence, a holster, a knife in yer boot, im the morning after pill in yer purse, the spare tire under yer suv, or actually i forgot you have a hummer, or was it a denali? no, no, it was a twatillac escapade cause it made you feel good to look good and have those songs of praise from ma and pa all yer serious life knowing you were going to know everything one day, and one day soon. But hey im not mad, im just making each other happy and ill dance for yas and ill sing fer yous guys, crooning and blowing kisses from the back seat while i am a hostage in the early 1990s when being a hostage was good steady work, nowadays im stuck whoring myself out and making detour signs so i can maybe love living after the youth has drooped to poop and i buy a little red coup, truck filled with rogaine and and extenze, i keep the pos-t-vac at home its just too bulky to carry around. and im down to the brown town sound that to my mind turned it into beefy ground
meat, slightly sweet, and ready to eat, it goes right to the feet and then i become modern saying skeet skeet, and rapping to beats about being neat with my sheets and eating only sweets while i peak and tweak and suddenly speak… its nothing unique,
just a trail trying to keep,
up with the styles of pleats and cloths that are required for to be keen with the kids and their hats are called lids and they watch those darn vids, and they stay away from the skids, where i is, doing my biz and taking a whiz, while buying some thizz to be modern and hip and curious too, just like college kids who tried their first brew, and started buying chew all a big to do to be someone like who?
so fucking boo hoo, im glad you are you, im glad i am you, you and yer view, so fresh and new, you could get signed by a jew, his pasty hue just right for the things needed to do so you could buy yer glue and sniff it too while all the money rolled in and you had all those shoes………. man i wish i, too, could be blue and then itd be so easy to sit angry and true speaking yer mind and spitting out rude, shitting out mood, and eager to chew on the dude who had no credit from you, cause you were so busy being the coolest of the crew put together cause you wanted them to, you knew exactly what to do so theyd adore you, bore you, want to be more you thinking they have no clue this universe composed by you to fuel that dashing sociopath debonair that won you blue ribbon at the county fair. but im scared, im bared and all stupidly shared and obsessively cared but then i got to the juicy mindlimes ripe and scented pine and i lied its only rind left behind as a decline through time that can barely even find words to bind so im stuck with these assmouth lines trying to clumsily rhyme knowing nothing but im nothing at all
ancient grime cleaned up a lost grain of trite trite time i whine and dine on safety brine that keeps calm mine and blank planks anything new to find.
freezing blind and shredded meat mind always craving disco goodtimes and roller skating feeling jive and guilty of forever shrugging crime.
just some dude… hope yalls fine.
