I've slept way to less because of your false tales. My livelihood is forever threatened. I cannot forgive,  I will never forget!
Soon I will again breach those mountains and lay dormant however this time I've devised your demise. The 4 of you will never again smell the fresh air only the dirt as it covers your choking breath.
I've longed for this moment,  very soon all of you willnot even be a memory.  Your blood will boil. Your graves will be desecrated and your offspring tarnished. You are Death.

He was under 30, had kids. Loved to cook and bake. We smoked those bluntz! We talked and had conversations about all types of ****. He lived and breathed, he was a plump light skinned brother who lived and died being himself...     BLACK

My dude got shot dead in Baltimore 2 days back. Apparently the 5 0 refused medical attention until paramedics got there,  so my boy died because of fn politics.
...BLACK

Years back I wrote you and found that you had vanished. We were supposed to be family  closer than actual siblings but shared no blood. I thought I see you grow. 25 years has passed and I found you again but hesitate I must. We were supposed to watch each other's back, we had plans to watch our families evolve. One day you vanished without even a call. Soon so did I, not by choice but local distress and the birth of my 1st born. Now I have 2 children and both are grown.  

I saw your family with you yesterday in pictures,  I cruised through your photos while my eyes watered and my heart further blackened. Where did you go sister? We were preteens, we were high school graduates then off to college. Why won't you see me, hear me? This hurts more than I can take.  Where are u???

To understand the mentally unfit you must first understand everything about yourself. I don't know much.

Your religions are my prisons and I paid for this gasoline.

These bodies that scream for their freedoms can be incinerated.

Your abortion is another person's salvation. Gun buybacks are fun.

Self inflicted stab wounds
Gun shots to the abdomen
Nakedness in birth, Nakedness in death... how smooth.

A Japanese forest with thoughtfulness and a dock workers greed$ = ?

Shotgun shells ejected from the wrong side. Antihero is the new norm, assisted suicides aren't given enough thought.

No true direction in a american constitution, preached political institution from your empty churches. I can smell the mosques and crosses burned.

**** ****! **** and with any luck let the LGBTQ teach your children to ****. Metal Detectors are a menace but it's OK because all downed planes have the black box.

He is the one who we all know who walks around town who poops in his pants.

I Lived
I Died
and for those who scorned me it's on...

I had it all or so I believed. Impartial were my thoughts at most things yet left empty standing inside the outside.

I never grasped prosperity or the ingenuity of know how.
I enjoyed the falsehoods less the wiser as I ignored logic and claimed prominence.

The thick rope now engulfs me with the familiar circle called meaning. My fingers cramp and my teeth are yellow with worn out gums.

Was I the salesmen or was I the commoner?

Big Phat Pecker! Puckity Pootersmish

Rah Rah Rah,  Owllllllllooooof,  yeaaaag.

Big Phat Pecker

Holes appear with a name given to them by humans.  I want to fall into this hole and sleep the long sleep. No past , no future just gone.  None never happened .

Her heroic efforts make 4 a great escape in the midst of that see through skirt.  Pessimistic and wise true to itself.

Your still and always  losing . Paint them with their own blood. You mean nothing

Your still and always 📉 losing . Paint them with their own blood. You mean nothing

Fuckel ur buckel while u suckle ur *******.

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This guy this dude! Making it look hard and impossible. Doubled over and bent in shapes unimaginable were the roots of exposed pixies. Candace walked by and grabbed the bucket that swung above the Walmart wall clock.

All of this happening during the eclipse of evil. Manifestations of the cosmic peanut are now common to the average eye. On the Daily. Eventually coming forth to end all of this is Mr.Brock Sawyers Esquire. He leaned in and imprinted his legacy within the conversation

The room in this basement is unkept and unknown. It smells of decay with no direction. Am I to allow it to go unnoticed or bellow out into its darkness.  Be gone with its squalor and heart with no body with depths of depression below.
  Get out!  Go!  No more!   I long for fear and graditude as I shut the door.

Conceptualize,  Intellectual Stiffs and so and so. No more beasts of burden ridden by yellow pompous Jack & Jill's during the winter.  Yelp tells exactly 💯% of what anyway.

Sparingly  Sparingly  Sparingly  F@ ***.
Its obvious the squalor that the platypus lives.  Arp Arp Arp drka doop!

Forgiveness is abandoned absolutes.

However by definition,

"Disillusionment" is

disappointment resulting from the discovery that something is not as good as one believed it to be.

It's become common throughout this beings time that loneliness is what it is to be alone.  Stay in line walk the path of least resistance while feuding with oneself.  Only to find broken fences that no one else care to fix.

Chocolate cake and blow jobs always help me when I'm feeling blue.

*inspired through life's experiences

Who is this Jimmy Charles character?  Always repeating the fold until it comes undone.
So the word (Seriously) come to mind. Use of this word in the English language is becoming habitual in my head so much so I'm writing this **** down to confirm that I'm actually currently thinking of the word Seriously and certain that I am serious about this.   Fn Jimmy Charles.

love can be heartless and cold laying dormant until awakend from its own anxiety...

I am angry that I cannot die. I am angry that I cannot know.
I am committed to this life by finances, familia and debt rationing
Will I stay or will I go???  This is nothing new...

SADNESS is not = to being full of ****!

In that library in that film he stood - the librarian stated that the professors original notes,books of interest and other things of consequence lay just upstairs and inside that room. "Can I look @ them?" Mr Hart asked. "No! unless you have specific privileges or the written consent from the professor himself."

i am for thee but against for you

park it ******!
In an instant it was loud and the pops began to deceive deception in itself and i needed to get away...
but i didn't
The gigs are all long gone and sunsets are no more- Do i go in or just play in the barren water?
Salt in both of our eyes and gliding over her wet hair was that natures thing called wind.

Ape **** and vegetables on a plate - but not for dessert
you mean nothing to me - it is your version that is detestable.
Critical Memoirs

And to stand on your stool and mention nothing but gasps of air
while nostril hair floats on by and you mimic yourself.
Eat me plain and continuous...

so goes the bizarre world---go geek out

I came and I came all over the place and frothy split lips are now blue
with all and my without I scream at you.
Go!

To the corner store we went to buy pencils and scrap book glue and I folded the papers I mended into failed attempts at flightless airplanes.
still Go!

I know that I can't love you right but I do care how it breaks you and I stay because its clean. Nothing is sharp here, not even my tongue dulled from months wasted into years.
so Climb!

Out of immediate danger but into eventual peril I seek lost dark waves of useless swagger like some kind of slim slick slatter word forever ****** but not to much
Don't!

End this calmly with the turn of a page and a tiny thin glass shard
because I love her

Spaghetti worms put into place feeling  me rapture in the tall glassed enclosure of whiskey

It comes to mind that drinking such things will never cease my thirst but enhance my visions til the resting place becomes  in tune  & clear-  much more obvious

Cannibalism is a far reach from eating the fowl that splits my tongue and salivates my juices as I enter the rock fish bottom- No strings attached and it is now a jar of clay--

No connection --- only the dots pass me by

The futbol match goes on and the crowd cheers in hysteria....Zap   Zap   Zap
        tzzzzzzzzzzzz     and a misshapen hand turns down the light as I sip upon water to offset the ingested cafe  overdosed once again as the futbol match must go on-  They could not have scripted the counter attack any better.   GOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

If I could gather up screenshots and page through them as if they were crumpled up musings I would do this for you. With no care for heat nor rain or tree sapling twigs overgrown in my forest that was unnamed.

So I crept up on her with a box full of yarn
and I slept around in her because it was ripe for the taking
and the trust that developed became sunshine, water and sugar crystals-
and now that the moment has temporarily snagged I may begin to sleep without raging paralysis - to not succumb in gloom  

Tree branches swell with September antidotes inside my temporal lobe and my ears continue to falter in the strength of today- because I've been here already- and my mind's made up of past anti-pretenses of that box full of yarn and it makes me cringe.   Shall I shout out loud or keep it to myself

I do need this and I will have it my way inwards and outwards
seeing for the first time  

...You

with wisps of pinned back hair draped across her lashes I caught a glimpse of sunshine.- ... I then made it across the fiery fields

Clay shaped human
a cat sitting at the well and licks away
I stand before you sifting and measuring      No!
time to sit is not fathomable and I am still alone-
again my café sits beside me-

You ******* of social light!-  so much detest- with words
engrossed conjecture but substitute, ( no gasp you fools...)  in me?
I want; I need a STOP sign to ingest the evil doers here.

so again I stand before you sitting and measuring

Fo ******>mink coat escrow
bleep bleep bleep!

Lighters not heavy but about empty anyway. Been up since before sunrise and nothing to appease me- I wanna lay my head down and rest.

Triumph! is to overcome my battles of the every day work week with sleep TV narratives and political upheaval, reading Hemingway's short stories when its not locked up behind a metal locker- must I say mental locker.

bleep bleep bleep!
bleak bleak bleak...

and the phone alarm goes off.....

Scraping by on pennies added to dimes with 25 cent pieces in the           laundry mat- sure to make fine dining at a cost of some old sailor who’s early retirement was all but his own

Killed in the heart but @ the mercy of men and fielded in newspapers swept under the cold damp dank swell of emotion- and (I) enjoi the cafe immensely

Candles burned and tuna can saliva made for glossed over window sills

My love for you is useful, my lungs my cells and my blood.

... A lifetime lifeline ...

food and ****
**** and food
both have 2 o's

they are all asleep
I am not
I cannot find slumber
I am cognizant
I ingest my cafe through my sipping lips
I type right now... at this moment

My hands and body sometimes shake and ache
(shake and bake- hmmmm, "I see daily humor in that stroke")
I pry my appendages apart in the sunlight hours

Why does Nick Cage play this role and how does the Pontiff entertain his?
Where do hobbits come in and the fae make for a common place in nature? but I do recommend

I do recommend

Ok- so my visions (optics) are ******* my expeditions are undefined
unrelated to consequences but at least they are mine (treasure).

I feel irrational (abandoned) sometimes so at void but in disarray (snarl)... I hurt -Foundations are in rapid decay Everyday (prosaic).

I traveled on college campuses and saw love, I saw inspirations and aspirations of knowledge (expertise) and I (myself)
viewed (observed perceived examined) mans view of **** and working class structure (CHAOS maybe?).

What is contained (incorporate) within my lines of verse
Is it a call to action which is parallel and no rhythm (cadence)
there is no form to this!!!!!!!!!!

again and again again again again- REFRESH

So I've seen your art and watched your story
your dark skin and night shade hair tied back thicken in sweat
entangled,    I am drawn in

It's an emotional outcry when I feel what I see and listen to the speakers bang-
I am the one tied back, arms burning legs ripped apart
festering mold addict...

Tortured soul cry- Wheaties all over again with a snow embossed bowl spelling out a Saturday Evening Post article

when I see you -spit forms in my mouth
when I breath you- my arms expand towards the sunlight aiming at the trees and snow that falls on my circulating veins -inside ME!
when I see you- my heartfelt life serum works itself out
and as I list to myself the ways in which I digest you, ingest your curves,
I find your movements habitual---
I cannot cram you into a box or a cylinder tube...

when I see you- I mock myself in my minds mirror
when I need you- it's not really, because I soothe my own emotions
not in depth @ all but with the sensation of feeling
Liquor and winding roads make for a great windblown wood stove
during a wisp- that in which you prove to be a folklore

Warm skin- wet leaves- and orange peels make for a diet Im used to.
Skeletal frames and browned jags with burnt edges turned to mucus I am not.

Bread called pan with a side of Natilla!  common on the sometimes desolate streets I once called home- BUT alas now they are filled with
Feliz Navidad and Holiday Greetings.

I came at a time when life was in turmoil and the pestilence of my American soul bled no longer to the longing of old faithful.

I came and went, my inquiries have been exhausted and the version of me has returned.
I still find that I long for your cafe and *******.
Oh but alas I am home

pluma de escribir -mi querida

Of the spider
you will be one with the nemesis of its web.
Scratch at the sky and bring down the sun
In keeping with her jaw line...

There will be no hesitation for me to seek the justice for my heart.  
It lay trodden against the rain soaked sand and bits of antique thoughts not spoken and no longer to be wasted away on empty Christmas cheer. Apple cobblers go left untouched and cinnamon twists become stale in the cave.   I am a stove without heat and a chimney filled with soot
  …       Elsewhere and almost in the distance I do here the angels.

winds sweet with her residue make for a pleasant evening and I could do this forever.

crunched up wrap in the refuse can
smells of late autumn bird and cranberry cuts
brown sugar  & pumpkin meshed with almond wicks burning
in the far off distance lay the brazen air- crisp!
and on the grid iron fields of pigskin combat, men will be measured today

Today I hold reverence