2012 EP

by Split The Atom

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the trail, back to dark side, kerosene in the veins, we go alone to whom it may concern, I toast until I become insane, and I do so without you a word to the wise, I am the small howlin'ant my living room is my friend, ups and downs of an ordinary life the ocean is far and I swim in my sink they waste food and I don't eat my fill I smoke and I'm drunk, tonight I'll go to bed stoned - then I could kill my dreams all gone with the moon kill the noise, stop the sound, make it better a word to the wise - don’t forget what I am I’m a small howlin’ant - I’ll keep my dreams from the collected crumbs
I need a good distraction, and everyday I think of a ride avoid any form of question my frustration won when I started my job, head in the clouds, I still don't control no friends, I'm bored, I really need you I really need a good distraction, and everyday I think of a ride from dusk 'til dawn spread on my page, my inspiration is reduced, a poem full of problems the silence of the night is peaceful, the more I write the more I am high my place is somewhere along the highway I too squatted my jock, I jerk off to a better sleep need a better place like you, a simple life like you got
my lines devour my body aches, they give space to the strange place with angels in the dark theatres, where fireflies illuminate a road freeing myself from a straightjacket A toast in honour of her departure, the vomit of my sadness draw the grimace from my bottoms up I still have a sip left, I listen to big joe williams, and I dream of a path as in 8 miles my head spends too much time in the clouds we have different point of views my heart knocks like a drum, the summary of my thoughts I jerk off my pen unusual rite blends in my organisation, the days flow I work for them as a tool by extension, I seek an answer to something but I don't know what I still have a sip before feeling bad upset the context, now you know what I'm looking for, I live for this tough like a cockroach, I must get out, I live for this I am afraid of myself, sow disorder let me take one 8.6 we'll see what I have in the belly
life does not joke, i'll be tenant even in hell hum as does the wild youth, I mumble in my slum I smoke some, days are alike my collage in hands, I smoke some.. and I have poetic brain damages please approve the expression of what I have to create I hug myself even during my concerns I spit my notes, I note that I hang on write and eat words not to lose weight cerebral medicine for the damned the thoughts of those whose lives are on the sideline simple life as a good sample As violent as a pogo there is no future, the day the world went away, I remember this is the real street life


released January 26, 2013


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