for some reason

Like Halloween! Ever since razor blades hid perfectly inside apples, everything is a risk. Kids dressed like Snow White or Batman don’t even stay up to watch their bed time pass, too fucked up on pre-wrapped candy. But what they don’t know is while they sleep off the high, their big sisters are most definitely still up. And that is when the heads turn. What everyone disregards, whether by choice or by chance, is the different kind of drug the neighbors start to hand out. And your drunk big sister wants so bad to forget the razor blades. it should be so obvious. the truth is, Snow White sleeps, paralyzed from an apple all too similar to the one your sister ate. an apple and a sacrifice. perpetuated by everyone, especially you. don't worry, she won't remember a thing. and prince charming got what he wanted. it's too bad she’s too wasted to see that the trick, not treat, isn’t the only thing that will slip tonight. No, no, his hand is getting antsy in his pants and bored of his own meat. he has been fantasizing about true love's first kiss for way too long. what i'm getting at is not unfamiliar to us. or it shouldn't be. all those fairy tales that were shoved down our throats, as if we wanted them, have become the stories on the news. the news that parents are scared to watch and hope to hide in order to hold on to the innocence they miss that now sits in the laps of their little snow whites and batmans. and they remain oblivious. but eveyrone else knows that the fun and games are over for them. take hitchhikers for example. or should i say DONT take hitchhikers. he'll kill you if you pick him up. remember life with honest hitchhikers? you might but i don't. i must have forgotten his honesty somewhere along the crowded streets with everyone else. its a tall tale the high up brothers didn't elect to include in their giant rule book. but those modern day self proclaimed apostles were tainted, i suppose rightfully so, by that one guy who was running away from something before he knew where it was he was going. and by his decision to consider the lonliness eminating from both his pores and the pores of the driver--who was hoping to connect at least the dots of the allegedly hopeful destination-seeker-- he thinks this might be something fun to toy with. two estranged strangers, lonely loners, hopeless hopers...in the middle of nowhere. wouldnt it be invigorating to watch him bleed? his DNA, his money, his car, his possessions--the ones he couldnt run away without--it's all ready to ooze out once the clammy flesh is torn enough to allow the life to stampede out. proof of his ideas of hope for people to be just people is just a lie that he hasnt seen through yet. only realizing last minute that all the new-aged folk are going to either kill or be killed. an epiphany. kill the oppurtunities of strangers before they discover and murder something in you they dont have. we are all klepto maniacs and we expect nothing less of everyone else. sharing used to rhyme with caring, now it's just a game of who is better at playing with your expectations.

reaction genome project

(just say it

say say say it)

i can't. (wait any longer. and i'll!...) please wipe your feet on the format as you come in.

(you're sick.)

heat me up like sugar and i'll crack the burn

shining

i can see myself from your eyes.

i look fat and old.

even though i (always) never cared.

i'm disgusted at the idea of you remembering and smiling about how i can make someone feel, even (especially) you.

flutter by, flatter me, pity it, patter us.

don't care, you can't make me watch. i'll hold my head sideways

and let my brain turn to soup inside

before i like the looks of

you opposite me.

you'll sip it right up

(and it'll be too late once you realize).

(you'll scream)

better run, better skip, better flip the fuck out

there is one way to win

but whoever thinks they got it

you're going to need

and you will have to be without.

it's all but

a lasting impression left stained on your eyes,

like a flash of a camera

stealing the last bit of your daylight, deep frying it like freedom

and stuffing it down the throats of

the ones who always believed you.

sorry to be the one to tell you, but i'm not so sorry.

i can't remember the exact geographic location but there is

a place i know

there's a place where you can

muster up the grapes to put an end to that bitter taste

(like a ninja in tennis shoes taking temporary tattoos to the press)

he's a gilded fake!

there's still a chance

(haha)

in a magic world.

it's begging for laughs

from the saddest folk left on this plasticplanet.

it's sicker than you the way

it steals their attention.

if you give up now, nothing will happen (crashed planes and wrecked ships).

it's not like we have a choice.

the times table multiplied exponentially and the chemicals went from bad to good.

(bottoms up, asshole) Cheers to yet another moment (wasted).