the burnside trainwreck


pyramid, as you thought...

I will never forget you,
or your profit,
or the peacock hanging from your wrist.
history holds.

you are a scared collector.

hyenas in the kitchen...

if you're done eating it,
I will finish up your broken heart
with a spoon and a tomahawk.
our history is gold.

you live in the wreckage of your future.

that's some dream...

indeed, as the story goes on.
we have to memorize our lines.
I am gonna live and die.
it's okay.

meet me in the middle, wear you're favorite dress.