Hold Me

You may think I'm crazy A loose piece of string A hanging limp body With a cool deadly drink These arms they can't hold me These legs have a thirst Only weavings of chaos Will hold 'til I burst Photo credit: G. Mark Lewis at G. Mark Art

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Alcatraz

It's kind hilarious to me how I vacillate between "OMG MY JOB IS THE BEST AND I'M SO PASSIONATE AND EVERYONE ROCKS" and staying up until 2am maniacally mapping out an escape plan like a prisoner at Alcatraz.

Leaking

Feeling lower than low Moving slower than slow Coming from higher than high Falling the flyer I fly Breaking bitter by bit Waking a quitter I quit Never been wronger I write Leaking blacker than white