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Breeze Vincinz

BREEZE LOVE SOUL

PERFECTLY EVIL

© Breeze Vincinz

We fight to fuck
Then fuck to fight
Not sure where the bruises came from

From sunrise to moonrise
From Tennessee to Hennessey
Chasing ourselves, we can't run

I say to-may-to
You say to-mah-to
But neither wants to make the sauce

You say neurotic
I say alcoholic
But neither wants to claim the source

We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Doing damage to our cores
Our empathies crippled
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Today we reminisce
The rug over garbage
Walk over and forget what's underneath

Beautiful hologram
of my most beautiful man
A little light would destroy the deceit

We're so good together
O.G. court jesters
Wrote the book on the games these boys play

You say fiction
I say addiction
Then sweep under the rug and away

We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Pain tattooed on our hearts
What elixir is in the needle
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Something’s familiar
Like a friend or foe
It smells like the truth
It tastes like the cold

Who would be righteous
who be to blame
When we’re both addicted
to this love and pain

We would be perfect
If we were different people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Our Heaven is Hell
Can't be with other people
Today, fucked up together
Today, perfectly evil

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

April 15, 2026

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

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Breeze Vincinz Writer
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The Toaster Made Me Do It

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

This is the second poem I wrote in this series about my first Los Angeles love. The first being “Unbruised Man,” which was filled with optimism for a remotely sane “happy ending.” Unfortunately, we ended up smack dab in the intention of this poem of two people in love with the habit of hating each other. There are many things I miss about being in my twenties. That crazy Romeo & Juliet-type love is not one of them.

Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes

This is the second poem I wrote in this series about my first Los Angeles love. The first being “Unbruised Man,” which was filled with optimism for a remotely sane “happy ending.” Unfortunately, we ended up smack dab in the intention of this poem of two people in love with the habit of hating each other. There are many things I miss about being in my twenties. That crazy Romeo & Juliet-type love is not one of them.

The Toaster Made Me Do It

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

Firefly_A robotic toaster making toasted music 377765.png
Firefly_Gemini Flash_A robotic toaster making toasted music 377765.png
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