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of lovers and mx 6's |
this one is really meant to be a performance poem, but i'm bored so what the hell i'll post it anyways. maybe i'll get a video of myself performing it and post it as well. inside this car nothing can touch us/ it has walls like a military bunker/ made of quadruple strength titanium steel mixed with aluminum alloy/ and surrounded by a high tech force field like you only see in movies/ its' headlights are special laser cannons that shoot depression seeking phaser missiles that soar through the cold night air and/ boom!/ blast bad thoughts right outta the sky/ when you go through that door you don't know it but you're actually going through a mental air lock/ all the baggage is left outside because hey/ in this day and age you never know which one is a bomb waiting to go off/ when you enter my fortress of solitude baby all you got are the clothes on your back/ your story/ and me/ and that's all that you need because I can't promise you much but I can promise you this/ inside of this banged up mazda you're safe/ cause my mazi baby is just like you and me/ she's been beaten/ banged/ bruised/ broken/ and molested/ and yet she still runs and she still purrs like a cat when you touch her oh so right/ she wears her scars like fucking badge of honor hanging off her torn shirt sleeve/ each bump/ each ding /each scratch/ tells a story/ this dent/ from the time a person she thought she knew took her for ride too fast and sent her into the fence/ this scratch/ from the time a stranger pulled up too close beside her and screamed sparks out her side/ this dent's from the time a person you thought you knew took you for a ride too fast and sent your heart through a brick wall/ this scratch's from the time a stranger pulled up too close and screamed freak as her friends peeled away laughing/ you two are a lot alike you know/ because you both inspire me and show me how to go/ her because even though her hearts been broken down and rebuilt so many times/ she still finds it in her to love me each time I put my key in her and turn her on/ and you because you've seen your way through the worst accidents life can throw at you but you still found a way to turn that mangled grill into a beautiful heart wrenching smile
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"i don't like the idea of "nothingness", it makes me anxious"
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