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penny for your thoughts,
nickels for your nightmare,
dime for your dying dreams,
dollars for luck & despair.

who shot j.f.k. and who shot tupac?
who shot us with everything they’ve had?
from tv to toothpicks,
no such thing as brandos.
apocalypse is now viable and capable,
dreams are applicable as well.
sayin’ doin’ doin’ is sayin’ meaning is knowin’,
everything.

tired that’s all r-t-rded worldwide.
games are a beautiful plaything.
bored with the dice pieces and brandy, fireplace.
encyclopedias with everything possibly imaginable
close to f-cking right off
painting the time the card players sing as they f-ck off.

if that’s all it takes, what could it possibly contain.
it’s sickening as the dogs.
in seconds i’ve wrecked it and the landfill’s slog.
if my perspective infects the rules of the game
i try so i walk,
i’ll not be tormented intimidated or shamed.
a much later point,
december has past.
summer is here again.
funny how it’s all so spiteful.

be a super cool,
or have what real ghouls do.
call the b-lls you simply have to,
move your lips and say,
“f-ck em all, f-ck it all”.
the man beats the drugs.
deceit loses the chow.
jealousy and unfair decisions just spell f-ck it all.

to be in h-ll,
to marry well,
and get richer.
three men want to reach some kind of kill,
with the same women for egotistical reasons.
so set themselves up to live forever.
oh i can see next thursday,
oh there’s a hole in that man’s jersey,
that way from someplace i hung from the tracks.

i’ve seen them with the dirty,
don’t look at the face,
gee, the jury will bite.
a lemon and squirrelly but your has come,
don’t worry you’re not the type to curry,
turns for your tourniquet.
the face looks as st-rdy as gods.

nickels for your nightmares,
dimes for your dying dreams,
a penny for your thoughts,
hilarious discourse on absolutely nothing.

pointless as it may seem,
and seemingly unkempt.
there’s no words,
there’s only drawings.

penny for your nightmares,
nickel for your dreams,
a dollar for your dying thoughts,
it’s all open sunday.

calculate the percentages, and disfigure every cost.
there’ll be another mall open on monday.
tell me truthfully i really want to know,
what could it possibly mean?
when one says,
so that the rest is shining.

nickels for your nightmare,
dimes for your dying dreams,
pennies for your thoughts,
a dollar for despair.

nickels for your nightmare,
dimes for your dying dreams,
penny for your thoughts,
are you sure someone’s out there?

inconsiderate and uncultured,
that’s an educated edge.
insults dipped in condescension,
that’s what someone else has to live with.
the sound of f-cking while i’m walking down the hall,
in a hotel that’s so vague.
animosity and superiority,
leave me sagging.

tonight i won’t find everything,
but when i wind down,
i have a few moments to find that i will return…
and in my mind i will probably laugh.

if that’s all it takes,
something i can’t handle.
i wouldn’t leave it up,
to somebody else’s standards.

- headstones

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