Pull the chord;

For a slice of the vein is all I ask,

Release of the tide with each stroke to be free

Lil biscuits

I don't watch justin timberlake videos–

But this one time in Las Vegas I was getting my nails done,

And became entranced by this video where

Justin Timberlake is just being

mad weird,

In a room full of mirrors.

And i was like

“damn.”

So,

I go to look up this video—

You know, years later,

just cause–

Or whatever,

And so I type into Google,

I'm like,

Google,

What is that one music video with Justin timberlake and the mirrors?

And Google was like,

“Oh, do you mean, “Mirrors”

And I'm like,

“duh”

“That must have been it.”

So i click on the video and I start watching it,

And i'm like,

“This doesn't seem familiar at all.”

I don't think this is the video.

So i click out of this video, and i'm like

How in the fuck am I supposed to find this video, if that one,

Isn't the right one–

And that's the only song called “mirrors.”

So i'm like,

Okay.

Maybe if I can just —

Look through the videos,

I'll be able to find the video

So i'm looking through all the videos

The Justin Timberlake videos

And low and behold–

It's just hundreds of pictures of this dude's face–

Like hundreds of the same picture,

Pretty much,

At different angles.

I'm like

“fuck.”

I couldn't find it.

“What a douche.”

—but Whatever.

I just decided to let it keep bothering me

Because nothing feels more weird than just

Sifting through a decade's worth of Justin Timberlake videos.

Trying to find

“The one”.

I'll be honest,

I'm not even actually here right now.

I checked the fuck out

Puppet, I'm still the one pulling the strings

The only difference is

I stopped giving an actual fuck about anything.

I give mysel hugs

I choke on my tears

I hold in my coughs

I don't want a dog anymore

Stopped talking to god out loud

I'm sure in my house there's recorders

Nothing comes for free

No reorders on Amazon

We should close the borders

Until the economy recovers, though.

I'll be honest,

I don't give a fuck

I'll double back for a cappachino

And soft serve

Just let go

And stop giving your all

When all that they want

Is your hard earned

Nobody will love you,

Not really

–if youre not perfect

You don't want the whole world,

Not all, at all

But just something luxuries

Maybe just border collies

dalmations

Dachshunds

And dolphins

Maybe corgis

And corkboards

And crosswords

And lone wolves

Where's your perfect body

Emergency c section

You must be full of regrets and lesions

Should i pour a cup

And start the tattoo gun

Yes, sargeant

How's that pageant turning out

Do you love my bamboo guitar?

I've got a hot dog and a half on a cold soda and steak fries in the oven,

If you're coming over

I'm late now,

but now i've got nothing to hold in

I let it all go

I let it all go

I let it all go back

I let it all go

I let it all go

I let it all go

I let it all go bad

I don't want a family or love at all

I just want to die, now

All i see anymore is brass rings

And all i hear is the Hollywood talk

The upper class dialogue

I shouldn't talk anymore at all

She's in so much pain

–she lives inside my head,

Inside my mind now

She lived inside my back

And then my heart,

My voice

But now has moved

Between my eyes

And wants to die

As do I

I think i might be the devil.

I'm ugly and crude,

But worst of all

stupid

Just stop at the eyes,

And don't look downwards

I don't have a part

I don't have lines at all

I think she might be a God

–I'm forgotten though.

These aren't words to a song,

They're just mantras

How does it feel to be beautiful?

How does it feel to be loved at all

By anyone who matters?

So long goes

Lunch Box Jimmy

Gone from the faraway world you come

Won't be long now,

Lunch Box Jimmy

I don't belong;

This, we all know

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