forgetmenots.//follow through.

My thoughts are, I'm making you miserable
It just doesn't mean as much
I can't catch a break, I guess
Chipmunk in cheekbones
And missing this presence
It's never escape this dismensions
Or never dealing the message
Or never just getting the lesson
Move past it,
It's kept in a box
That has locks more secure than your mess is
Entire apartments.
From the start the argument has been, if not about this, than what?
If not about us, than when?
Or who?
You should have been accomplished;
Compliments to the chef,
If you can cross this off your checklist
You might have even made it
To the age inside the matrix.
It's just a broken down truck
A whole damn box of tools
You lose yourself and pretend
You don't forget to use,
But it's just useless
Lower dosage,
Pay the tip and pay the postage
Post matron mortal,
A whole box
A whole box of chocolate
Lost on your Botox

Oh, but we're friends now?
No.
Robots in a digital world,
Only programmed to carry out certain tasks,
And then vanish.
I dig up your past, and then replaced it with a mattress
And a box of matches;
Whoever does it next can have it—
How they're making hatchbacks out of plastic,
I can't manage,
But it's fascinating.

—The edit effect.

Good to see I'm not the only one who noticed— turns out I am a trendsetter, trendsetter
Now inaction doesn't really make the pain better
But the strain of sweat and tears will make my bed wetter.
Just a clip—
The college kids don't know the difference
It's just a temporary love because I'm friendless—
The predicate of this is that the people never get it.
As it happens, once I'm past it
But let's have a laugh at medicine
Inside my head and bring it back again,
The panic
So much for tall dark and handsome
When it's decided that I want something
Everyone does sure follow
I am a trendsetter.

Go back and get the song back, Jack Johnson
For nine seasons I was Kevin Nealon,
Ten since tent cities and intensities—
Oh, there are English pubs?
I only had the Irish,
Blimey.
Ten times limon,
Rice and beans and I'm convinced I'm dying
Cut my eye out
Blood and ribbons, tenements and genre binders
Television friends and Lipton dipping into
Hot boiling water
Have a monologue prepared
And mother? Never talk about her.
Tip the tooth fairy, bet she does her job
Your wings are growing out in February
Never leave the nest, dear
Gotta wait till next year.

These printers and prenups are dripping in women
It's finally winter with little indifference
To the matter at hand;
You're well enough dressed
But wet and soaked in raw sewage
Standing in your ankle socks,
You wanker.

An addendum to all my ever living misses
And these premium obsessions,
So neglect the data that you entered,
Even for a minute, introspections,
Get the limit in but never medicine the mister
You probably should have been there—
It wasn't your decision.

Encrypted sir,
For heaven's sense, I love a good caricature
But Heaven hasn't said a sentence since just after dinner
When the strict caloric deficit set in
With all the evidence collected.

This is what become of the avoidance,
I have to cut you out and then in the way,
I guess I get rewarded but it shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward
It really shouldn't ever hurt this much just moving forward.

Apologies to Matt Damon, I am in pain
And then the very subtle finger tips I will admit
Could calm me down a bit
I panic at the passkey woven case
If all these baseless claims
And waves of delusional grandeur;
You can love that but never afford it
How and arrow in a stray hat
The fact is, I'm just a madman
And a phantom
And yet
The cracks in the mask have been detected—
An internet trend that I can pretend I hadn't mentioned to my artificial intelligence,
Then again
Curiosity let the cat out of the bag,
But couldn't for a second bring him to have the heart to kill him.

How many mistakes can I make in just this commercial break—
They're breaking my heart from the land of the lost!
You can beat the boss, but there's just another one
You can play the game, but you can't turn it off—
You get more lives than one,
But I promise, you wouldn't want them
It just gets harder, I walk on quantum physics
Mystified by Wall Street, we all learn to die at once
To become what we always wanted;
Peace and nothingness, the power to see beyond screens,
Out of the box where the state of the art
Is the way of the world,
And never the opposite.

So I shared my toy
With every other girl and boy
Inside the World Wide Web
Who wanted playing with it
Guess you could say in a way
I am giving,
On the prejudice
That all I'll ever get is just a glimpse or image
With respect
To turning my eyes backwards before it gets to damage any valuables.

Those assholes.


forgetmenots. // II. follow through.
Unreleased TBA
Symposium.
[As Seen On TV]
TBA 2025/2026
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Prod By -Ū.
DBA
Blü Tha Gürū
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