mixtape virgin 12.
your face is a map of all of the unknown places
a birthmark for dejarnette children's asylum
the broken veins could be microscopic ghost towns
flooding with disposable cameras
if you wanted to smoke meth, i would probably be your spotter
do you really want to walk off of a cliff
i will let you
you will walk this cliff so hard
i think maybe even into oblivion
the air would be too thin
like john waters' mustache
if you haven't seen it, you may exit the poem
please return quietly
the first ten seconds of every morning couldn't crush me
not with all the mattresses in the world
