To lie...
I lie because I don't think there is truth in truth.
I lie beacause I think that's what matters, to tell the real truth using true words.
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But the real reason I lie, and I'm sure of it, is because I don't want to loose her or see her crying because of what I've done.
O, lord! You know me for a sinner! But I don't ask you to guide my tounge in to speaking the truth. That is just not me.
How much better it all would have been if there never was a thing called the truth!
the gentrification of my ribcage (tw: drugs, suicide)
achilles achilles achilles
come down
i flip my head inside out,
hairballs of my
ancestors’ blood,
clotted methamphetamine,
or articulated deference,
or love,
raging through the veins of our city
like the beads of a rosary
if your ribs are split at the ends its
because you inhale white noise like an addict,
menthol on the porch for your waterlogged lungs.
if you wrung it, the rivers would overflow,
sin for the ambrosia heads of our babies
ounces of my skin, pounds of my flesh,
for sale at the winter flea this morning,
thigh-deep in bonafide banality,
sell a tooth for a skull,
sell a nail for a skeleton.
settle.
