You should have been a lovely memory
You should have been an opportunity that slipped
Slowly thru my fingers
Withholding a world that wasn't meant for me
Watching from above as I rolled over where the
Darkness lingers
Somehow I have been mistaken once again
And I have to face the possibility that
The end of the world
Is really gonna happen but
I'm only human
Hell is freezing over as you hold my hand
Pigs are flying as you're touching my penis and
Pulling your hair out
Worried how
The trajectory of planet Venus is retrograde for one more week
And with bills unpaid, eviction's coming as we speak
But still the lights don't fade
And it incites this jaded, entangled braid
Of what is and what we seek
We're exactly where we want to be
(well give or take a tweak or two.)
I'll tell the slumlord Give us a break and like a week or two
Or whatever I mean
If you can manage to sneak a few extra scones
From out the bakery
Then that and some avocados will do
Just to make it last like beans and rice
But only tastier
At the supermarket, someone odd is gracing each and every cover
Of the magazines. Of course I didn't vote
'Cuz whomever we throw in the water is gonna float
And I start to feel like there's a frog in my throat
That's making all my words harmful, like that time
When I was younger
The oldest goat on the farm started speaking English reversed in like
A real deep voice, and it said
Devyn rejoice! For we're in the Age of Aquarius
A fact that's been attributed variously to astrologers
Sleepless scholars and -
-ribbit-
'cuz then it turned into a bullfrog
And so I kissed it
Whatever happened after that I must have missed
But ever since then, yeah
I've felt a little twisted in my head
But you insisted that we keep on dancing

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I should take a second to quit with the theatrics and tell you something important:

Love is all you need

And it's worth it to pick your scabs
And to bleed from self-inflicted wounds
If it'll loosen the grip of the greed that seems
So inherent to this ephemeral, material
Fleshy mass that of it's own reflection is awfully fearful
Increasingly filled with intuitive recognition
Of it's limitless power;
Before the dawn, the darkest hour
Or maybe I should just speak for my self...
Shiiiiiiiiiit I never noticed all these books upon your shelf!
Ecofeminism, shamanism, paganism
The Spanish revolution, quantum theory and long division and...
Who the hell is Annie Dillard?
The Devil's Book of Culture
Looks weirdly resonant but yet
I'm not so sure of anything these days
There's a pure mathematics in the waltz between the ultraviolet rays
And the long black hair that stays
Tickling my neck and face as I lay within your
Shade of many greys and
An infinity of darkness resting under me
I must admit that I'm exactly where I want to be

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We're always exactly where we want to be

We're always exactly where we want to be