In the business of making memories

In the business of making memories I didn’t say they would be good ones I said they would be highly memorable No take backs, no exchanges, admirable

Misery’s just like a potato sack Looks so much better on some

Know yourself well Illuminate the rest Love them all too Love yourself more More than you can Even love me, man

Work harder, prove yourself Work smarter, stay on the shelf

Regulate, say a pledge Get back from that edge Hair care, ice cream fudge Nice things, fun stuff, ridge No, come back, flower fridge Burnt and broken down bridge

Sorry, I missed your call I couldn’t hear anything at all Over the sound of my world crashing Down, inside out, flashing lights in the fall

I can’t wear any earpieces right now Instead I’ll just listen to my favorite songs No, I know it’s quiet, you can’t hear anything I’m doing it inside my head, look, listen, notes

Maybe different languages are a merciful act. Can you imagine? Not only hearing all that noise but also comprehending it, who has time for all that right now?

The sun, the moon and the truth Check, check, and the third is pending Being fooled was the act, being all innocent Scary mind is the truth, also, remember Maleficent?

Dropped my mask on the way home I didn’t think they’d take me back without I couldn’t find a mask store, the sparrows shout We recognize you, still

Help. Rescue me. They’re decorating my prison cell, and I’m starting to like it. This is my cell now, it belongs to me. It smells like me too, do you know how hard that is to replicate? They pulled it off, scent matchers, voice killers.

Yes, I’ve succeeded in being mysterious and secretive, finally. Let me just check my social media for a second, how interesting. That’s a familiar looking face, too familiar actually, I don’t recall having a twin. That is me. Who’s the culprit? I look good though, nothing matters more than that.

A million things to buy, we have everything here, come take a look. Need any help? We have everything I promise. What’s that? A chair? No, we don’t sell those, or have them.

Truth or lie Speak or die No, not like that Cold sore, eye stye

How are you still so bored with all of that going on around you? It’s almost impressive, or it would be if it wasn’t infuriating and mind-bending. With everything begging for your attention, all those peacock show offs and crow offerings, still? Nothing. Nothing at all. A broken leg and a black eye should restore your zest for life, for sure.

You got the jewelry now One thing is missing now It hurts when I mis-pierce One set of hands, two now

Colorful rocks invite questions, erase them all. Black or white? Choose quickly! Too late, I picked gray.

I remember hallucinating. Worst case scenarios, nightmare fuel. Yes, it was very subtle, a faint ringtone, an alarm or a phone vibrating. That was enough for me to throw up my heart out and replacing it with a balloon.

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