listen peter piston
python'serpent visor
speak to me holy then
lye to me'
give me purple hairs
wiseman not old

no white strings
to comb through
keep it together'

on the write path
tupae no hair left

I don't eat
hot dogs
that go astray
come in the next
day want to
get a fade
I shave it all
off' looking

olde our anger kisses
that's what I smell, but
no you can't put me
under your spell'
know me better than
that one

if I write back
I'm not trapped hun'
two snaps and a soda
pop'grape yup

if eye cry is cause
the world is f'd up
and had to write
about it'not about
you, but while asleep
I was typing you that'
and realised when
I woke up

yeah the spirit lady
es me'shucks
Eye don't recall
typing that ish.

bid for love
but i want hell
so confused

nope.