welcome to my side of the coast, full of:
crashed frat parties with gasoline and lighters
empty suicide bride alter dodging, cheating bridesmaids
chunks of tissues, broken tile floors, kitchen sinks
stained out of tears and blood for water
smashing muscle cars with the teeth of a crowbar
the home town lamented over its own loss
where fugitives were sent, nihilistic neighbors fuck
each other incessantly while breaking each others spines
my best friend is a pert pornstar and she fucks anything that moves
i think about calling her over here, but i'm just so
weighted by the high of hopelessness and empty beer cans rusting
and the slightest movement of my head sends jarring thoughts
of killing myself every second. i need blow, i need that money-cash-hoe-life
there's human roadkill - i think they were trying to run to vegas
welcome to my side of the coast, full of:
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