In the morning, I'll still be a privileged man
But I'll cut until you're listening

Sex sometimes is letting you
Cut thatched things into your skin.

I don't stalk people, I don't have the
Discipline for that– hiding in trees, the hallways,
the messages, the things you feel, your past,

One of these days I'm gonna cross that desert
And realize that I'm not the man
Who's gonna mend your wounded shadow

You’ve got a fillable hole,
And a shapeable skull.

all of these kick ass, but for me, when it comes to pieces of this length, i need every line to be dripping with this kind of power, and i don't think these pieces are there yet. that said, i think they're a little bit of sharpening away from being really fucking excellent.