

17 Seconds To Lose Your FaithI was born Cameron but everyone, even back in kindergarten, called me Cody except for my father who generally called me Casey or Curtis, the names of my younger and older brother respectively. I remember my P.E. teacher called me Cody Coyote and for two years in middle school I was known as Killer to a group of people I knew, though I am unable to explain that nickname. To the landlord of the apartment that I currently live in, with my family, I am Kirby. She is a small Asian lady that doesn't speak English too well. Whenever she calls us and I happen to answer the phone she asks who she is talking to.17 Seconds To Lose Your Faith
“This is Cody.”


Reasons Not To Grow Up[01] Memory Loss [02] Having No One To Make Your Lunch [03] Wrinkles [04] Grand Children [05] Taxes [06] Not Being As Easily DistractedReasons Not To Grow Up
[07] Memory Loss [08] School Reunions [09] Conversations About Topics More Complicated Than Juice And Cartoons [10] No Nap Time


A Vague Feeling of Panic“I'm just a pale Xerox ghost of myself! Just a pale Xerox ghost!” Under the grossness of what's on the outsideA Vague Feeling of Panic
The rain trickles down the tree The one with no leaves that everyone argues over What color casket it would look best in buried
“This is a tilted landscape and my boots won't stop slipping!” He only wished to push through his skin as the tree did the dirt
A small town child, a private child Dark farm houses against the sky Fractured lenses inside my eye I just want to be like the other boys
“The violins keep pla


CocaingelShe entered the house through the back doorCocaingel
Her wings were at work, she didn't touch the floor
Her nightly visit to make sure I hadn't crawled away
Though I never was sure if I was alive each day
Maybe I was dead and this demon angel
Wasn't my mother, just some stranger
The make up around her eyes and lips
The shadow of her long hair and fingertips
My breathing stops in hopes that she'll leave me alone this time
I close my eyes because I know how much she loves to see mine
I lay still under my covers as she hovers
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