when you blow out like a dead star, it reminds me how uniform your beautiful is

art by jack hartley

i forgot how awesome matthew good lyrics are. fuck, i need my beautiful midnight CD here.

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k-i-c-k-a-s-s
that's the way to spell success

shake me, i'm waiting
in your new arc they're saying
i'm the creature in your sick thing
everybody sees a giant
when the bad moon in your heart sings
and your wind up gears start grinding
your teeth feel you smiling
a better, happier you
the better happier you

when you blow out like a dead star
it reminds me how uniform your beautiful is
we carry on like it's easy
like you're all out and i'm your man
baby i'm your man

hit me, i'm bleeding
in your lounger, on your grooming
it's the future that's whoring
the better, happier you
a better happier you

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in other news, i read a short story i wrote in grade 12 called "the piano" and was amazed at how incredibly good it was. i am not being cocky. i think grade 12 was the apex of my writing career. so goddamn uninspired now. sigh