komm-doch-maeuschen - Hello Poetry

No no nee nah naw. All I can offer you is this. Taking a fist, making a new sphincter higher up the body, fistula in hand. People drown in stomach acid. Tell you what’s beautiful – stomach linings reduced to squares that bud next to each other, cross-sectioned like in textbooks with permeable edges and bubbles bursting inside to secrete. Internally imagined bubbles perambulate between other bubbles, and that is a reality never truly observed in our own dimensions, but it is known to exist. It is known. These are realms where opinion and conviction do not contribute in the truest sense. Divorced. Shut eyes. ~ If you could record thoughts what would you make of all the blank spaces? There is more data than we can imagine. More data more data. Anything you like. More data thrown up in order to process more data. Leave them in folders. Folders of ***** If legs could work they would run. Might. Go missing. Never suicide but maybe go missing. There were tangible things blotted away by fear and hurt. Not hopeful. Borne of this could be something worth looking back on. Time to think. Rollerblade between bubbles now, grass blowing into balloon animals stretches the hair on the head until so thin nobody will want to **** that head anymore. Ears red-zoom in on canals thick with inflammation and damaged chicken-haired cells that aren’t coming back. This will not get better. All that are left are diagrams, cut loose from the original context and lying disused. Pull things together, don’t misuse. Watch papers fall to the floor. Walk away. ~ Using bad language like ‘can’t’ for refuge. Don’t force function; it’s needed, O tearing self from self. Hating your twin. My twin ate me and became unlovableunfuckable. Create creatures instead. Push form into something more organic than organic – how was it remembered. False figures false organs pouring out pigs-tongue, locked in the supply closet. Never go to the teacher’s lounge, it is a terrible place full of function and sweat. Not adult like all other teachers. Let students see weakness, it’s portentous of the future. Never will be rich in the religious sense. Chose it. Bathing in it. Nobody else should get in the tub. Want to run. World’s mercy lasted yet, waiting for it not to last but will only know when more risks are taken. Walk away with phone dead in pocket, no chance of recharge and cause panic – mild distaste turns to hatred, problem solved. Be careful to play a long internal game. Feel epigenetic throbbing. ~ Words are gone, and instead shapes bubble from tangible physical observations, stretching up into things that are different enough to find comfort in. Can’t give it out, can’t be asked questions because none of the answers are explainable. Should swear silence and communicate with images. Words were once all and image nothing prior to rejection and age: mental auto-immunity. Not much left before body selling means nothing, wince when it comes up in conversation, nobody needs to know but compulsion’s to tell everyone. Maybe this is the way to make a difference; show humanoid vulnerability, reminding the world that people exist in all corners and really, we’re ok right? Lets co-exist together and in return you can ********* once more in peace. Never a dull moment. ~ Locked in, looking across there is no window that you can’t see yourself in. Looking back. Uniform heights and weights and squares upon squares, regardless of scale. If I see another square I will ***** Tiled floors here are the same as in the museum; you hated them, so I had a shot. Get some ideas down. Images shifted from one medium to another will yield something. Cannot escape the thought that making non-political art is self-indulgent and irresponsible, while political art is best left to someone else. God only unnerves. Almighty someone else can stand. It is still irresponsible to be small? Take-me-out-of-it is not possible with a clear conscience. Gotta break some heart-eggs. ~ Want help with math – sit on down. Work hard, give everything away, don’t have to think about anything and can achieve abstracted absolution. Plan: How many hours pay the rent and the rest of the drip? Remainder can be devoted to something else. Wreck your body, don’t sleep, and keep shuffling, had enough time of half-recovery. Wrecking your body anyway so make no illusions about a change in pace. Switch now into self-sacrifice. Lock all this stupidity back up, not even you benefit from it. Don’t expect anything. Pay, work, give, and zero needs mental or other. Life seems better that way. Pretend you have no twin.

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC

A Praying Mantis Mates With Itself

No no nee nah naw. All I can offer you is this. Taking a fist, making a new sphincter higher up the body, fistula in hand. People drown in stomach acid. Tell you what’s beautiful – stomach linings reduced to squares that bud next to each other, cross-sectioned like in textbooks with permeable edges and bubbles bursting inside to secrete. Internally imagined bubbles perambulate between other bubbles, and that is a reality never truly observed in our own dimensions, but it is known to exist. It is known. These are realms where opinion and conviction do not contribute in the truest sense. Divorced. Shut eyes. ~ If you could record thoughts what would you make of all the blank spaces? There is more data than we can imagine. More data more data. Anything you like. More data thrown up in order to process more data. Leave them in folders. Folders of ***** If legs could work they would run. Might. Go missing. Never suicide but maybe go missing. There were tangible things blotted away by fear and hurt. Not hopeful. Borne of this could be something worth looking back on. Time to think. Rollerblade between bubbles now, grass blowing into balloon animals stretches the hair on the head until so thin nobody will want to **** that head anymore. Ears red-zoom in on canals thick with inflammation and damaged chicken-haired cells that aren’t coming back. This will not get better. All that are left are diagrams, cut loose from the original context and lying disused. Pull things together, don’t misuse. Watch papers fall to the floor. Walk away. ~ Using bad language like ‘can’t’ for refuge. Don’t force function; it’s needed, O tearing self from self. Hating your twin. My twin ate me and became unlovableunfuckable. Create creatures instead. Push form into something more organic than organic – how was it remembered. False figures false organs pouring out pigs-tongue, locked in the supply closet. Never go to the teacher’s lounge, it is a terrible place full of function and sweat. Not adult like all other teachers. Let students see weakness, it’s portentous of the future. Never will be rich in the religious sense. Chose it. Bathing in it. Nobody else should get in the tub. Want to run. World’s mercy lasted yet, waiting for it not to last but will only know when more risks are taken. Walk away with phone dead in pocket, no chance of recharge and cause panic – mild distaste turns to hatred, problem solved. Be careful to play a long internal game. Feel epigenetic throbbing. ~ Words are gone, and instead shapes bubble from tangible physical observations, stretching up into things that are different enough to find comfort in. Can’t give it out, can’t be asked questions because none of the answers are explainable. Should swear silence and communicate with images. Words were once all and image nothing prior to rejection and age: mental auto-immunity. Not much left before body selling means nothing, wince when it comes up in conversation, nobody needs to know but compulsion’s to tell everyone. Maybe this is the way to make a difference; show humanoid vulnerability, reminding the world that people exist in all corners and really, we’re ok right? Lets co-exist together and in return you can ********* once more in peace. Never a dull moment. ~ Locked in, looking across there is no window that you can’t see yourself in. Looking back. Uniform heights and weights and squares upon squares, regardless of scale. If I see another square I will ***** Tiled floors here are the same as in the museum; you hated them, so I had a shot. Get some ideas down. Images shifted from one medium to another will yield something. Cannot escape the thought that making non-political art is self-indulgent and irresponsible, while political art is best left to someone else. God only unnerves. Almighty someone else can stand. It is still irresponsible to be small? Take-me-out-of-it is not possible with a clear conscience. Gotta break some heart-eggs. ~ Want help with math – sit on down. Work hard, give everything away, don’t have to think about anything and can achieve abstracted absolution. Plan: How many hours pay the rent and the rest of the drip? Remainder can be devoted to something else. Wreck your body, don’t sleep, and keep shuffling, had enough time of half-recovery. Wrecking your body anyway so make no illusions about a change in pace. Switch now into self-sacrifice. Lock all this stupidity back up, not even you benefit from it. Don’t expect anything. Pay, work, give, and zero needs mental or other. Life seems better that way. Pretend you have no twin.

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everyone has to get ****** up to write right? bubbles popped five times against my ear I went under left my home my solice my keep-in-the-out it doesn't matter that I'm out to anyone but me that's healthy the vortex that subsumes me it's-only right it's only from within whatelsehaveIbut the things that land when I'm locked in a two-bedroomhotel with only me surely that means I brought someone else with me who needs to haven their say two bedroom ******* hotel what a joke as if I was worth even one person sorry I kept you so silent with physicality

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC

everyone has

everyone has to get ****** up to write right? bubbles popped five times against my ear I went under left my home my solice my keep-in-the-out it doesn't matter that I'm out to anyone but me that's healthy the vortex that subsumes me it's-only right it's only from within whatelsehaveIbut the things that land when I'm locked in a two-bedroomhotel with only me surely that means I brought someone else with me who needs to haven their say two bedroom ******* hotel what a joke as if I was worth even one person sorry I kept you so silent with physicality

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staring down the barrel of my 'sex' what the **** is that no more dissociative a drug than alcohol If I were sipping Moll-mawm-Moll surely I would hug a ******* and somebody I cared about then **** off to sleep but here I am deep in the tub thinking about how little I'd care if someone with no regard for me came and snatched my autonomy agency I'd not care til later bleeding all over the floor sick at my own body who cares who cares I care but not right now I don't care someone almost took that once they were so close they could have I rolled my tights back up good on me me drunk me deciding whether or not my body mattered I shouldn't be left to decide if my body matters Fly caughtinna web of this culture maybe probably I don't leave the house to **** I wish my own ****** desecration were'n't half so ****** it's not to a functioning me but when am I gonna get that luxury I'm scared of me

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC

I shouldn't be allowed a body

staring down the barrel of my 'sex' what the **** is that no more dissociative a drug than alcohol If I were sipping Moll-mawm-Moll surely I would hug a ******* and somebody I cared about then **** off to sleep but here I am deep in the tub thinking about how little I'd care if someone with no regard for me came and snatched my autonomy agency I'd not care til later bleeding all over the floor sick at my own body who cares who cares I care but not right now I don't care someone almost took that once they were so close they could have I rolled my tights back up good on me me drunk me deciding whether or not my body mattered I shouldn't be left to decide if my body matters Fly caughtinna web of this culture maybe probably I don't leave the house to **** I wish my own ****** desecration were'n't half so ****** it's not to a functioning me but when am I gonna get that luxury I'm scared of me

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC

Focu

bacterial Finland the deer and the voles remote bird populations proximal encoding both heavy- eight unidentified various modification; moreover, approaches have limitations the basis most comprehensive physical heterogeneity our primary and only

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ain't got a bone in my belly ain't got a bone in my head sift a lullaby nap on the floor left too much **** on the bed

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC

door's locked mate

ain't got a bone in my belly ain't got a bone in my head sift a lullaby nap on the floor left too much **** on the bed

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what is there going to be didn't change my underwear today every time I went to the bathroom, stared at the feeble strip of plastic, half- bloodied, mostly pushed, aside old blood and new *** can't choose when to grieve ate two pieces of fish drunkit poin-blanket bull-headiquettettittat flip ovar-i-on orthopedic drip and flick wipe the skin reform

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Apr 29, 2017

Apr 29, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC

Like manic-you Laughing Kind

what is there going to be didn't change my underwear today every time I went to the bathroom, stared at the feeble strip of plastic, half- bloodied, mostly pushed, aside old blood and new *** can't choose when to grieve ate two pieces of fish drunkit poin-blanket bull-headiquettettittat flip ovar-i-on orthopedic drip and flick wipe the skin reform

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