Sitemap - 2021 - jxzz_hndz_said
I believe wanting to touch me deserves a prize.
a specifically complicated era of circumstance
the algorithm requires penance
Progress is an Endless Cycle of Unfair Metrics...
my tombstone might say “y’all got me f*cked up”
I’m trying to imagine what adoring me would like.
My daughters discuss The Devil I commune with.
visibility makes me c*m, I’m ashamed.
Maybe the word I seek isn’t chaos
gentle mechanics to mine ear, mine eye
he tells all the ways he almost dies & I fiction his sainthood.
But maybe the rain, is really to blame...
in every shape of the moon, organs are tools
still seem to pick the worst fights
They say I talk funny. They say I spit rude.
I see my juices dripping from the sides of all of your mouths.
I can be easy to please & hard to decline
the question: all the kiddies keep pressing...