

KATYPERRY?you're a slap in the face, cruel winter wind in my parents crappy basement, lying businessman sell me your soul if I sell you mine first? I'll sell you the days I went without eating To provide to the public a body worth being Sell me your days of knocking on doors Turning innocent housewives to guilt-soaked whores Scribble down your notes, oh you can make this sale With every story told, we're being condemned to hell we will burn like torches set by abandoned cars may the devil have his mercy on our lives full of scarsKATYPERRY?


WECHANGEWEWAITwe heard the news todayWECHANGEWEWAIT
nothing will ever be the same but everyday nothing is ever the same we change we wait we change we wait looking for things to keep the same a place in time to use as a reference a point where everything was fine soil erodes
waves of sound fade numbers increase if we find a constant we will let them know.


BRUSHFIREthere was a brush fire behind my house today animals perished, the wars of insects were lost indentions of lovers' initials on trees were leveled real estate put up no fight, no contender to battle the neighborhood fell to the ground within an hour with a rake and a shovel I set out on my own I separated the mess into four distinct piles: mess that can be replaced, mess I never owned, mess without value, and mess that was unknown my four "distinct" piles slowly became one it was then that i realized a brush fire could happen everyday as long all debris fit into these categories, I woBRUSHFIRE
youre amazing.
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form the legions
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