Edited Notes Pt. 3

wear your clothes like you'd wear a condom
easy on, easy off
Calvin Klein in the trash
a razor shaving your identity
closer than Occam lets you

I prefer the walls to the signs
logic imbued with a heart of Darkness
no Conrad, just Kerouac
kiss flagellants, hit escape
hit inebriate, there's no fucking escape

the bricks on the floor spell
mirror, mirror, aren't I new
so high, slow high, keep the dogs
at bay. let's get right to the
limit.
Haze

offsides now, you're a penalty call
with a shot of absinthe and
that haunting laughter

Ask not fr whom that bell tolls
it's for your last God