Soul


SOUL
I am what I am.
Scenic bathroom tissue
Thoughts about pain
Lesbians
Winos
Faggots
Losers
Straight idiots
Simple complacency
Getting fucked
Making love
Being alone
Without a choice
Whores
Pimps
Mothers
Brothers
Welfare
Alternative lifestyle
Picking up the pieces
Broken
Stupidity
Aloud voice
Learning
Yearning
Misery loves company
Wanting to be around
Revenge
Guitar players
Who can’t play?
Balding apes.
Monkeys
Jokes about different races
Four smoke stacks
Old friends you’ve forgotten.
A voice of laughter

Lovers you never want to lose
Parking cars
City streets
Girls that look hot
Light
Figured
Boys who look better than you
Or not
Paper shufflers
People who bleed
Organ donors
Vivisectionist’s nightmares
Tall people
Having sex with small people
Suffocating each other
Awkward
A strong staying sense
High on contact
Colorful shirts
Being ashamed
Of whom you’re with
Wishing you were somewhere else
Talking, a lot and reading your horoscope to a friend.
Getting a thrill
Being sarcastic
The sound of solitude
Bored
By the juke box
Militant feminist
Upset minorities
Ready to jump
Body movements of
Of inferiority

Art, is emotion which sometimes encounters
VIOLENCE! A term for my loving detached generation. FUCK YOU! I mean it.

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