Some ppl know too much
Matthew Boyle
Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much I am trying to be dumb I am trying to be dumb I am trying to b numb I am trying to b numb I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to b good I am trying to b good BUT Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much I am trying to be dumb I am trying to be dumb I am trying to b numb I am trying to b numb I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to b good I am trying to b good BUT Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much I am trying to be dumb I am trying to be dumb I am trying to b numb I am trying to b numb I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to b good I am trying to b good BUT Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much I am trying to be dumb I am trying to be dumb I am trying to b numb I am trying to b numb I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to put my life on autocorrect I am trying to b good I am trying to b good BUT Some ppl know too much Some ppl know too much Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hold Bc the demons have vicous, tactile Claws (Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hole Bc the demons have luscious, fertile Dogs (Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hole Bc the demons have joyous, fun Egregores – Am I Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons have me walking Like a pretty little dog I love the area by the airport I wish I could buy a house there By the warehouses by JFK By the abstract shipping Businesses by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could buy a sandwich there From the deli by JFK From the solid grilling Flat by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could go to the DMV there By the warehouses by JFK By the abstract shipping Businesses by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could go sleep there In my bed by JFK In the airplanes rumbling Insanely close overhead Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hold Bc the demons have vicous, tactile Claws (Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hole Bc the demons have luscious, fertile Dogs (Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons get me everytime Bc the demons have me in their hole Bc the demons have joyous, fun Egregores – Am I Am I really trying to b good Bc the demons have me walking Like a pretty little dog I love the area by the airport I wish I could buy a house there By the warehouses by JFK By the abstract shipping Businesses by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could buy a sandwich there From the deli by JFK From the solid grilling Flat by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could go to the DMV there By the warehouses by JFK By the abstract shipping Businesses by JFK I love the area by the airport I wish I could go sleep there In my bed by JFK In the airplane rumbling So close overhead Brittany; forever carved my sage author an enthusiastic reader in relation to sage author under guise of a reporter Brittany; my merit-based seal isn’t Forthcoming? the relationship didn’t develop, yet I wave to your father? Brittany; as result of this desperation, a demon engulfed me; where under tutelage I cavort through an open, volatile range of emotion Brittany; the cables under the ground go to you things along the course I wanted it to go, I am too enraptured in the logic of my own genesis Brittany; to open the tape-recorder existence is a sham, we must scribble some notes in imitation of real reporters Brittany; being a type of athlete, I like to see you even if we do not talk on the bay side of the street across Brittany; from what was supposed to have been developed further but never was; self-reference is too much Brittany; for a small, liberal magazine, the final page of a green marble notebook Nevertheless, it was still fun looking for signs Brittany; Ugh. I am crushed. email under no condition am I to send this thing During our initial meeting Brittany; glance-and-wave out the window, or turn-around-and-yell from fifteen-to-twenty feet Nevertheless, it was fun looking for signs of an American in Astoria Nevertheless it was fun looking for signs of an American in Astoria Now the laundry must be done Now the sun comes in intervals Now the sun comes in intervals Now the laundry must be done When the leaf touches, you stop Now the laundry must be done You stop during the week to come You should not analyze the intervals The sun comes then not Shining brighter than before or hiding The soiled bedding we will do I am in Ridgewood in the park Read a story someone got shot My sister is a cop, My sister is a cop Which must be done Both hard the laundry, And I am soft, until we are O dawn when you are hard Blossom winter, the golden hour Running from the void? The blooming Serious. Have you seen me in alacrity Is not a lark, I must take things In bed squeamish, disinterested This morn; ‘till we both come Now laundry must be done The soiled bedding we will do here And a large portion of the rest At my parents on Long Island Who will have a Welcome Home Dinner tomorrow night: The sun Comes out in the park in Ridgewood Why is the public bathroom never open? Why does the water shut off? The sun comes and goes in thirty Second intervals; my whole life Is not a lark, I must take things Serious. Have you seen me in alacrity Running from the void? The blooming Blossom winter, the golden hour O dawn when you are hard And I am soft, until we are Both hard the laundry, Which must be done My sister is a cop, My sister is a cop Read a story someone got shot I am in Ridgewood in the park The soiled bedding we will do Shining brighter than before or hiding The sun comes then not You should not analyze the intervals You stop during the week to come When the leaf touches, you stop Now the laundry must be done Now the sun comes in intervals Now the sun comes in intervals Now the laundry must be done When the leaf touches, you stop Now the laundry must be done You stop during the week to come You should not analyze the intervals The sun comes then not Shining brighter than before or hiding The soiled bedding we will do I am in Ridgewood in the park Read a story someone got shot My sister is a cop, My sister is a cop Which must be done Both hard the laundry, And I am soft, until we are O dawn when you are hard Blossom winter, the golden hour Running from the void? The blooming Serious. Have you seen me in alacrity Is not a lark, I must take things Second intervals; my whole life The sun comes and goes in thirty Why does the water shut off? Why is the public bathroom never open? Comes out in the park in Ridgewood Dinner tomorrow night: The sun Who will have a Welcome Home At my parents on Long Island And a large portion of the rest The soiled bedding we will do here Now laundry must be done This morn; ‘till we both come In bed squemish, disinterested Do angels feel changes The clou ds are bl oodl angels do u feel changes in cloud s do angel s like peo ple do d o bloodles s clou ds chang e peop le Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Let Yourself Be Overcome The place off to the right is a barber-shop cutting hair and a residential address to the left is mistaken by USPS to be my own place of business the USPS is not incorrect since the residential address to the left of my own business is the same the residential address and my own are different than where is a man cutting hair to whom I have gone before (in fact this is where I went the last time I cut my hair not everyone cuts hair it is good there are barbers so an exchange can be made which is satisfactory to both of us the barber receives cash and my hair is cut Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Eating a shrimp is like deveining an orange Deveining an orange is like eating a shrimp Deveining a shrimp is like eating an orange Eating an orange is like deveining a shrimp There is nothing you can tell me I cannot There is nothing I can tell you you do not There is nothing you can tell me I cannot And the paint outside is wet in the rain And my fingers on the keys creep endless And the rain outside is wet on the paint And endless creep my fingers on keys Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Eating a shrimp is like deveining an orange Deveining an orange is like eating a shrimp Deveining a shrimp is like eating an orange Eating an orange is like deveining a shrimp There is nothing you can tell me I cannot There is nothing I can tell you you do not There is nothing you can tell me I cannot And the paint outside is wet in the rain And my fingers on the keys creep endless And the rain outside is wet on the paint And endless creep my fingers on keys Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Nevertheless, it was fun Nevertheless it was fun Am I really trying to be bad Bc an angel is by my side Bc an angel has me in their eye Let Yourself Be Overcome The place off to the right is a barber-shop cutting hair and a residential address to the left is mistaken by USPS to be my own place of business the USPS is not incorrect since the residential address to the left of my own business is the same the residential address and my own are different than where is a man cutting hair to whom I have gone before (in fact this is where I went the last time I cut my hair not everyone cuts hair it is good there are barbers so an exchange can be made which is satisfactory to both of us the barber receives cash and my hair is cut Nevertheless, it was fun I am not cut I am not cut I am not cut 12:29, 10/4 And at that a youth shot up At that a youth shot up At that a youth shot up in bed At that a youth shot up at the alarm At that a youth shot up in alarm At that a youth shot up in a mall At that a youth shot up Now 12:30 At that a youth shot up a Thai mall And at that a middle-aged man rang the alarm And at that a middle-aged man rang the alarm in the Congress hall And at that a middle-aged man rang the alarm in the Congress hall And at that a middle-aged man shot up in the bed And that middle-aged man wrote an article online And at that a middle-aged man was directed through ads You give and You gave and You gave and You give And the Chuquimamani exhibition closed at PS1 And the youth in the street shot up in a mall A borderless, credulous crater A caterer whose business is to provide food, service, supplies A caterer next to an exhibit at the zoo A caterer with little things on a plate A caterer who dreams of acting in films And at that a youth shot up in alarm Now 12:45 And at that a deranged youth shot up a Thai mall And at that a fine youth became what he was: A film actor A film actor in things set in NYC A film actor in things that began in his dreams In Oregon Can you believe Can you believe Can you believe Can you believe There wasn't enough food to go around so we'd hunt? The most dangerous game - Me Can you believe I went to mall all alone She went to the Chuquimamani exhibition all alone Over at 1:00 And the poetic it sparks, bringing what it was And the poetic it sparks, bringing what that was And an old man and woman die in bed clasping hands And an old woman and man die in bed clasping hands And an old man dies in his chair in a book And a woman goes out to Maypole This is the only thing I can write right now, Whether its new or it is old, the confession Al stream like an Islam, in a country far From my own Trade your Whole being For her Lime and Lilac ghosts Trade your Whole being For her Lime, lilac Ghosts Liquid Living Liquid Life Liquid Lives Illiquid Lives Illiquid Life Illiquid Living What are you into What are you into Its raining And the woke CIA is trying to kill me Its raining Its raining And the woke CIA is trying to kill me The woke CIA is trying to kill me It raining Its raining The the woke CIA is trying to kill me The the woke CIA is trying to kill me Its raining The woke CIA is trying to kill me Are you going to kill me What are you into What are you into It raining Its The woke CIA is trying to kill me It raining The woke CIA is trying to kill me It raining raining The woke What are you Its raining It raining The rain is trying to kill me Everyone Is trying to kill me I am such subtle meat I am such a conversion Waiting The woke CIA is trying to kill me The the woke CIA is trying to kill me What are you into What are you doing What are you doing Were you in Vietnam Its not like we are No need to be so harsh No need to lash out Take a breathe, baby The woke CIA is trying to kill me The the woke CIA is trying to kill me Everyone Is trying to subtract me Everyone Is pressing “delete” Its Okay baby Its not like we are In Vietnam No need to lash out No need to be so harsh I can be placid when I try When the liberals are not Trying to kill us, me My family What are you into What are you doing It raining The woke CIA is trying to kill me I don’t care what your name is Your age or where you come From I just want you out Of my home my land my Forest and for you to Go back where you came From – It doesn't matter If the land is not my own I have been here long enough And you have not to call It your own – At least Four generations I say Before you lodge a Similar claim You don’t need to know My name, my age And least of all my pain Just know that you are Not welcome, and this land You will never call a home The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The deep, forest-y, or syrupy, I will go on producing Pound-ing the petals of a wet, black The crisp knowledge the day will end And the horoscopes end and the know ledge we have of another will reset in The deep, forest-y night I have again Another king-ing to pause and horse to take far-off the edge in a city I am The fractalizationof desert land and An animal is set on the table again; Pea-pods shrouding open at behest Of industrial-grade labor max-scale My woman knows best, she is kin My woman knows best, she is kin Of industrial-grade labor max-scale Pea-pods shrouding open at behest An animal is set on the table again; The fractalizationof desert land and to take far-off the edge in a city I am Another king-ing to pause and horse The deep, forest-y night I have again The crisp knowledge the day will end The crisp knowledge the day will end The crisp knowledge the day will end My woman knows best, she is kin The only thing worth writing is your name The only thing worth playing is your game The only thing worth feeling is this world What say you cuckold! What say you Cuck! My woman knows best, she is kin The only thing worth writing is your name The only thing worth playing is your game The only thing worth feeling is this world Do you feel the earth orbit and the scale of the moon And the pull of the gloomy tides on your Sand? I pressed my feverish face to the glass For some Time, alas, before the figure Spoke. Its words peddle me with woe and Lore. I am a bike moved by fear and Scorn. I think I was feverish when I Wrote you last. Alas, you've shamed My heart slow now, fore some Time And I find it prudent to figure You in the glass, unmediated, I am peddled with woe and scorn I pressed my feverish face to the glass For some Time, alas, before the figure Rotated in colorful squares. Its words peddle me with woe and Lore. I am a bike moved by fear and Scorn. I think I was feverish when I Wrote you last. Alas, you've shamed My heart slow now, fore some Time And I find it prudent to figure You in the glass, unmediated, I am peddled with woe and scorn Cram it all back in yr pants Deny the tantric dance My feverish face shorn to glass Letting the pretty young Girls pass, and the lads Engaged in their games Weave a tantric woe On my unmediated Hand -- O You thought you were born somewhere That land is my providence Country should be CA That bay across When yr life began Was stilted a bit Inwards. And that bay across, when Yr life will end Is filled by Dumped sand. My man, my man -- Pleasure-seeking, Dominant man! As across the Bay, you Began life seeking So that is how It will end. Forever looking At the end Of a dock -- Unless you rise Up! Proclaim with Me, you pleasure Seeking gorgreous Men! We will live 2gether towards Gorgeous, rapturous Ends! You will find All you are seeking In the strange little Cavity of my heart. Look out on that Nice bay -- Let yr hearts Be filled With hope! Terror You do not need resources nor even a brain to laugh at OFAC and its pathetic sanctions I will accumulate regardless There are deep, familial networks In the Fillipino bush, among Cryptocurrency fantatics John Risedale, Gracia Burnham Mixing promise with my lies, I sneer in Syria United Nations Lured from her path with a gift of calico, uwu cottage with smol plants and Celine bags a banana, peach, and garden salad with ranch unilateral preventive war
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