Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i am.
eat my fuckin ego.
see those seas
love those women
catch me

whore rising
deaf tones

i am better than you

she a ghost sleeps me screams dreams filled

a ha
i say
a fuckin ha


drink all
drink all she
drink all she and be the apostrophe
here's the fuckin ess

I heard you. “I am better,” came your words,
“than you.” —and then you dared, commanded (which
is unimportant) me to catch you. You
repeated, “I am better – Me – than you.”
I heard, but still I’m unaware if I
believed— I chased and caught you nonetheless.
“O Hell”— and like a shot you measured me
“O Hell”— a toasted drunk's apostrophe
and I received them both, in faith you’d bless
me any way you could. So tell me why
you’re so damned better? Tell me just a few
more times: in God’s creation, what’s more true
than you are just as fucked as I am, bitch?
We love it both: the smirk control affords.