Prick 2, Philly Party / Zine

"now.

this anger you blow out like wind is just an escape from what you have given

and until you give it up, it will dance in front of you holding an empty cup

give it a given...

or just fucking give it up.

xxxxxxxxxxx"

"i wish i could pick you up

carry you away from all of the disgust

take you to the highest mountain

and wash you off

unclip your wings

and send you up again

watch you soar

but even if I gave you the cure

saved your salvation

and gave you more

your satisfaction wouldn't last

your fickle fancy taste

would have you in a fit of rage

craving and writhing

tempting and trying

for the perfect feeling

just don't descend

it's a spiral with no end

we're not that boring

nothing here is that great

just hold on tight and wait

living is a drawn out form of dying

but we should quit whining

at least we got the chance"

"give away the givens

start choppin

you're all heart

but me.

i'm still hard."

~Jennie Tagle