Stare at the wall
My head falls back
My mind goes blank
My mind goes black
My body goes limp
My ***** gets wet
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
They make a mockery of the beauty of life
Poison to pleasure, vice to virtue.
In godless strife we are made to wander
The more used the taste, the lust for ***
The weaker the sensation becomes
Punishment for overindulgence in pleasure
Delirium tremins, venereal disease
Pleasure is a feedback, not a goal it seems.
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 2:28 PM UTC
Is this a pursuit of the mind or a pursuit of the soul
The dichotomy becomes more clear as maturity takes hold
One Is eternal, one is terminal
Held back in the temple of a sweat drenched ape
Of what temple is my corpse
Of what god so boldly speaks
This temple of mine is nothing but a grave
A fester *** of ill intent and unhealthy impulsivity
My sentence structure has degraded along with my health
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 2:50 PM UTC
To this I always turn
At unconquerable lows and artificial highs
I have embarrassed myself far too many times
In plain English they plead
What is English but an arbitrary set of sounds
A reminder of nothing
We are but cattle
Uneducated and dull
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
mindless wonder
as I decide to ponder
how my legs feel like rubber
and my mind starts to falter
perhaps this is my altar
these contusions and punctures of mine
this disease that I worship
these bones I have broken
May 30, 2021
May 30, 2021 at 7:00 PM UTC
My legs.
Are made of rubber.
Rubber dapper towel wrapper.
Sapper,
and a trapper,
find a rabbit.
Its a meal,
and its a deal,
only 21 dollars
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
(can be read forwards and backwards line by line)
When you adjusted
It was almost sad
discomforting
your body feels
when your bones are crushed
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
She looked at him, her tears full of eyes.
"I'm sorry... your mother passed gas.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Can you understand?
The language I speak
seems to be bleak.
It's avoidant screeches harm my ears,
as they often do to your own.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC