What`s the plan??
Should I pretend I can wait forever?
I had become of the Fallen,
I had fucked up, decided that sobriety wasn’t enough of a distraction, went out and got lost..
There were spiders on my back and I was mantis in the flesh— enormous is my head.
How ignorant could I have been???
Going back down hill to the northern California roots….
It’s solarly complex, you know? The year I was born?
Lovely equilibriums sex in harbor city-birthed from grapes and Choctaw Indian graces.
My face pure, made of silk, and thick- long- jet-black- hair to make the devil smile and assigned me a reaper.
1994 was full of seizures
1994 was full of pagers and false promises, train flat lines, the wrath of Poseidon in Haiti…did I ever believe I could possibly bear the weight of this world?
Little me? I can’t even stand the Sun.