F.F.E. / Paper Hearts

Weed and Air Wick (Erica)-- We’d land feet first, She'd plan out our strategy, Seed to plant _From Free Earth_

_FFE_ naturally, but catastrophe struck when Rabbit came back in a gasp, stab wounds, a gash, then two snaps later we were trapped in a cage at the age of eighteen (in the 12th grade, then one day unseen), sent up state, which pretty much equates to a living grave, give or take, yeah, so not so great

Before that I felt like I was meant for more

After all I've been a basket case since I was small, always playing basketball

I’d always be the one to, uh, upper cut, 1 2

Like “Yo supper’s up, steamy cutler, suppler steaks, bread and butter brioche w/chopped lobster on top, offer ‘live long and prosper’ t shirts, merch! do I Spock a lot? Mock cops? Block sidewalks with snow and daydreams? Memories of fireplaces, Teeming like a city, time and spaces in entirety, The mind erases Like pencil on loose Leaf leaving letter traces --dull but beautiful graphite bite marks-- fire starters love paper

hearts''