good things are coming this way

because we will all get what we deserve,
i am getting what i deserve,
and will get what i deserve
every day until i die and we die.

and on days when i cant find absolution
i take my tea
and remind myself
that all those fuckers are getting what they deserve,
too.

i wanna be
the last follower
of a dead art.

i wanna stand on a cliff
overlooking a dried up ocean
with some fucked up robes,
clutching a staff of some sort
like a fuckin hobo prophet.

i wanna be the last one standing
surviving only on the grace
of the most resolute devotion.
faithfullness so strong its sick;
i want you all to be a little sick
thinking about how sick i am.








i want to paint and never wash the paint off
i wanna pick through and be suprised at the color underneath
i wanna forget myself in something better than me
i wanna forget ill never last.

only my lover knows me

so we exist in our happiness
this way, without form or equation

because i know my lover
as he knows me
and no lie has ever been between us

happiness without context
trust without burden

i have all the time in the world