floating thru the space  as the meteor shower brushes past my face.

the solar
glare explodes

100/000 light years away.

the rumbling of Saturn
throws a few moons off its tilt.


earth is thrown into a reverse rotation.


the galaxy opens up

and the dust settles
somewhere near the end   when 'time' was just waking up.

beauty before there were words to describe it.  

a whole life without ever being born

broomstick in hand. The table was clear and the hounds were laughing.
You left to West Virginia bro and gave me your machete, it's dull asf.
I will go dig a grave and think of a silly tune.
Watch out for bears, and don't trip on any wires;::;;;:;;!;;!;
💥💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥🔥💥💥💥💥🔥🔥

So hollow and void
My intentions are sinister or mostly indifferent;
I treat you like garbage because Im void of concern, apathetic, cold
You are merely an experience on this meandering train wreck of an existence
You will be discarded, or you will leave, makes no difference

The paper crumbles and the ink swells. I see my self in you. When I still believed in love; I'm sorry
You haven't learned, it's not my problem. Beautiful one
. Not my problem you had faith in me

You disgusting pig. You conniving ***** with your 28 beta orbiters. You fake, image driven, grateful dead listening octopus sleeve having imbecile. Go walk barefoot in San Francisco you free spirit. Get a staph infection and hepatitis. Sell your saggy *** for crack. Go find some gutter rat named Skittles and shoot up in a panda Express bathroom. You ******* *******, stanky ****. And take care of your kid. He's emaciated and you spend your child support on shoes. *******. *** *** *** *** *** *** ***; you ******* and you see the truth. And I never felt more alone when I was with you. Being alone is never lonely when I'm away from the

NOISE

Noise without reason. Stupid noise. Noise like saying I love you in a text message. worthless

Depression is writing poems
  nowhere
In a nowhere dwelling, suspended in nowhere time in nowhere space hoping these words reach some one

I like doing pushups  and pull ups
because even though I have the equipment and a full weight rack in my cellar , I always assume that it could be taken away. I always picture scenarios -- alone in the woods with no equipment or nothing else;
try doing a 500ib squat or 300ib bench press then; your muscularity wouldn't even be suited to that environment, it would be dead-weight and quickly absorbed as fuel. & if you've ever used steroids or are currently abusing hormones, your
***** would shrink to a walnut; you've already damaged your body's hormonal system and are now a man reliant on exogenous substances. you're dependent. I
don't want to be dependent. I want to climb up a branch and pull myself up 20 times if I have to, or push my body's weight 100 times ,
I don't need a piece of steel , I need a piece of deer lung.
& as the cell closes in, the newspaper with water bags
make great dumbbells. just be sure to get your vitamins. & watch out for predators in the night

Derelict in the chu chu
  frightened by life
pig **** scraped up in the bile vacuum
Your ***** half-hanging
g your ******* loose
a jar of flies
& Clown juice
13 halves  & 1 whole spectrum of decay

The warring tribes silently plunder the peaceful nation
admist negotiations of embezzled money
the small hat crowd throws bombs on hospitals of children
The violin player sits with his mistress singing songs about
Satan
& His bewilderment
The ****** and unfucked go devirgining the congregation of small eyed
fairies
Im still awake,
And it's 3:46
And I have nothing to do
Im now completely cooked
So they say
I wish I was a supernova star

This one's for the internet which killed my baby and laid eggs in my eyes , I think.  It laid me down and tied me with wire and stuffed my mouth, my cute mouth, my chapped lips. I got up and got water.
She laid there too, next to her skeleton. My ghost now disguised. They killed her and threw away the parts that I loved. I live in an endless loop. The film decayed. Keeps playing. They played with my heart. My sad heart.  I have no options now but to wait. I *******  wait

I see them moving around in there
it's an old dilapidated cabin on the corner of the street,
and the town ****-heads
and transients like to go in there and squat and put up blankets
on the windows
to indicate their presence there so they can shoot dope and **** in peace.

There's a dead dog tied to a leash which is in the final stages of decay;
and a shirtless man named Mark works on his wheeless truck set up on cement blocks and has a headless manequen propped on the roof

      One night I throw a heaping pile of dog **** through the window and hear someone yell back
"I'LL **** YOUUU"

When I awake the next morning all the are cars gone.
They probably left on account of it being 12 degrees and not having
any electricity.  Someone forgot to pay the bill

the horror eclipses anything I could've possibly imagined
I've been punished all through this life
for nothing
As a kid I was good hearted, I felt sympathy and compassion,
now I take comfort in the downfall of my fellow
man
or at least feel apathetic in their misfortune
I'm a sociopath; I only look out for my gain.
I wasn't wired this way initially but I learned to adapt
Now that I'm nearing 30
I hope for a modicum of peace, and if not for hope, I'll make it that way
I don't put my faith in a god or higher power because it's only managed to fail me innumerable times
But despite the set backs, I win.
I was set to die and yet here I am.
30
Ancient
Full of self assuredness, invulnerable to the torment, hard as steel
Thirty
You ******* tried and failed

Now every day after is a bonus.
I love me

& I love you too. Sometimes

laying

down on a

sofa

in the dirt.


my eyes

are open and the air
is rubbing-



wine in the freezer,


hamster
in the cage.


2 spongebobs in the hamper



love is just a 4 letter word

but so

is ****

Want to scream cry
Cannot love you because you are flesh
Cold to the bone
You are neurons and fibrous twitch muscles
There's not much there
Just some blood and color
I love you
But that means I live with delusion
I love you but that means
I can't see straight
I fold up my clothes
And walk to the garden

There's a strung up bird singing to me
To love is
To never have answers, suspended in uncertainty
& I'm tired of uncertainty

I want to be with my girlfriend, but I hate not being able to be alone. ***** me up like a
vacuum, wherever I go, I follow
Want to be gone in a grey beam,
taken by something obvious. Your heaven in ribbons.
  Time to let her know

It's late in the morning
And my eyes are on you

Someone is talking in the other room
About Russia

We're leaving our robes on and walkong into the grass

Let me follow you today

As long as I'm awake
I'll still be sleeping
Wondering what went wrong with my soul

I really want a girlfriend
,.  I think..

But I really just want ***. That is all.

I could lie and manipulate and hit up girls that would gladly have *** with me but they want more and I feel cruel to mislead them.

I wish I didn't have these urges. I want to be alone , but I also want to feel human warmth. It's just never a certainty, even when you're married.
I'm too average for immediate hook ups; It's days of talking for me.
I'll figure out what to do, assuming I've learned anything , which I haven't

I'm so ******* jealous

  I always tell myself I won't be
that this stuff doesn't affect me, that it's just casual intimacy,
but I can't help comparing myself to the guy she's posting stories about

she didn't post **** about me.

she's pleasant and we have a good time and she says she likes hanging out with me but I'm obviously deficient

what am I doing with a 19 year old anyway.

next time I'm gonna strangle her til she's blue and that'll be a casual Tuesday for her

the depth of depravity is now
inverted
and I sit on satan's throne.

I want out of all of this

I brushed my teeth and made coffee and looked at my phone. then looked at my phone. Then looked at my phone then curled some weights and looked at my phone. Then I called someone on my phone while looking at my phone. Then I looked outside and saw a moth by a lamp

Some days are harder,  some don't get started
Some get sawed in half and others vanish in thin air
Sometimes I talk too much,  sometimes I listen too little
Sometimes I drive myself nuts,  sometimes I **** what's left by pretending I'm ok and making improvement.
I'm manic and
all over the place so i watch out for the road but sometimes prefer the cliff and its ideations. To whom that may concern I don't know.  I just write it down and crawl towards the light in hopeful submission

******* is what life is about. Splatters. Humor.  Who gives a ****.
Reinhardt
Black.
Rothko pastel majesty .
Ambiguous, neurotic yet disciplined .
Like a blind horse let loose among the plains. No rider to be found

No ****** and taming
No collars among beasts.

Wide space, wide flowing air.  Galloping and triumphant while the weeds bend against the might

Lavender coolant I slap the gentle wind like a ***** and fold back into thieving muses

Hair in clumps and savage brutality, your eyes leak from the socket like faucets and your teeth arrange themselves in stacks of 10.
Eternity in an empty zoo like forever and footprints walking along the stone
I'm supposed to care
But you never gave me a chance to say sorry and maybe I'm
Sorry

Love is ******* you up the ***
And spitting in your mouth agape
And beating the **** out of you
And choking you until you're a purple hew
Love is biting you
And cutting you
Love is taking your money and buying
*******
Love is never calling you past 5
And 1 text a day
Love is breeding nothing
But confusion
Love is a word
I love you

she sold
poems


she sold
linen


she folded
cotton


she ate
biscuits


I  prayed on thursdays


I sat
on porches


I played violins


I played
clarinets


I    ate
greeen

I spelled
neanderthal



I drew
pictures
of lanterns


I dreamed of   your face.


I crawled in the   cold.


I begged

for a better
bag.


I   denied
the toad.


I froze
the throne.

I am
the dusty
thorn.



you took too long.


and now it seems there's only 3 ways

but only 1
code.


don't say     I   was afraid

living in a home with 6 people like
  some monkey;
no privacy to ******* of
   or
to take a **** without smelling someone's own recent
evacuation.

   I want to fly out the window
and into a  coma.
I want to stick needles up my *******
like Albert Fish and
eat succulent butts.

I was born in 94, the year all my idols died.

I 'm confined to a room and am tired of seeing people. I 'm tired of the noses and faces and furrowed brows and chewed off toenails
and funky
        hair dos.

I wanna be a runaway with no grave marker; still born and as elusive as peace

why

Nowhere is a destination
And nothing is a state of being
It takes courage to be free
It takes courage to not
Exist

Real life

Wore mask
Bought sprite

"Wheres the SPRITE ****"

"OVER THERR"

" THANK"

"I KNO"
Plop
A five

Drink a sprite
****

******* and **** my weasil

She sleeps in hay
The world is dead

and theresa cries in her soft hands

the carcasses are suspended along trailers in the dusk as

lepers coerce their dreamer

Half lit ciggarettees stain teeth
and the black lung sits silent
Like
excavation in july

No more bruises but they still run
away

ha ha,
the shine is not seen, frothing at a dumpster now
noon by 11,
so it goes.

and what if it isn't a barbituate? and the senator is irate?
then you still stand among the folly and whisper
what they despise,
she cries like
lemons in dusk,

and I'm a deadly flower, picked and pricked. hallucinogenic, datura is a deliriant,
you will be
spinning in your kitchen for the next 10 hours and gurgling hymns
to Jehovah.

tip toe,
and put your feet on my lap,
let's watch a movie and drift away. the night is like a fire, just before the coals
give out,  the smoke
softly kisses your  
face, gently,
and with passion

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email is as follows
ranger1@straight
gangster . com
windows 95 booting up in the dungeon whilst chomping on a yellow Macintosh,
dust of the centuries of wistful electricity. it's zap around the air and sooner or later it comes by mail. your perfume and kisses like my favorite
newsletter
subscription, I like, and hearts it and keep you in my file
drive for
rainy days .
give my channel
a thumbs up. I need another
memory stick

I was watching you there standing with the witches in your head
You were not smiling
In fact you were dead

And there was a blank canvas
With god on the side
It said "who here among us, has any more
Pride?"

So I stole it and went feral
And I tore it with my tongue
Like a wounded mother
Cradling her young

There were whispers in the footsteps,
A shadow on at night,
You didn't know that, you were just another light

So the showmen all grew angry, and the clown was ignored, all the people stared at him while he sat there bored

A channel was not open, and there were 50 singing bells
One For each orphan and
Another for your health

Now no one was asking why the dancers wouldnt cry,
So they all left to chase another lie

Generated on September 12

**** out a window
Took a **** in a coffee mug

Whipped a baby with cordage

"The payment is due on excursion"
Lamenting lost youth

Eyes of fire
Palestine  is like a bowl of guava

I voted 6 months early
Disqualified for the pale legion

Have you checked up on yourself lately?

Read the signs
Do what's right

Take a loan out
Give to everyone
Get nothing back

It's the way of heaven

when I **** myself, it'll be with a hammer
so they can marvel
at the sheer
tenacity
and will of my death-drive


it'll take a good 30 strokes
  and you can find
the guns locked up
beside me;

if there's a will there's a way.
I love being awake
at 2:32

made some burgers , **** that was delicious

**** daniel
daaammmnn

damnn Daniel,back at it again with
the kicks
I see??/

daaaaamn

I wish I had some coleslaw and a coke--   I have green juice and  lays

Gonna spill the guts
& lick the *****
& eat the liver
And pack the belly full of sand
and dance in the sun. & cry
in the moon
& parade in the afternoon. And
**** the ******.
tight and painful
And spit on the idol
cold and pale
_& dance along the street
& pray to false prophets
& bleed for &
agonize over dreams of salt
running towards nowhere
running towards the infinite

.
What more is left

Flip every plate into the pit
  We talk about ******* but never do, her wife wouldnt let us anyway
But I scrape more **** into the trash and talk to the old lady, she's goes off into the eating lounge.
I talk to the old man, old and dying
There is no youth here.
I try to talk to the kitchen, they don't talk in my language.
I try to talk to myself but I am too ashamed to self-associate

So I take a breath and then 10 hours turn into 5 minutes as I break with mild tremors.
I am alive and now I can sleep to escape
Until tomorrow, until I
Have forgotten who I am

Lost again
With a blue cap on in the 20 degree rain
My dog is on a walker

I took a big bite and left some for you

Weve been mistaken for vagrants; that comes with being clean and 23

I was thinking about you
I have my geetar
Play me a song about your sorrows, mostly
Made up

Reading this book, it reminds me of myself, when I was gay
A little gay boy just existing in a world of delusion.

My girlfriend cant talk without a latent irritation.
I texted her a bit ago and she's still gone.
Well i ate a ripe mango
"I'm going to retire soon" said he.
59 years were already spent, your debt is incalculable. I laid down with you in that pit
I left my mango there as well and hid in my Scion xa. I play the worst music. I waste a lot of time but if it doesn't matter then what hurts about it?
You're goddless like all the rest. When I was rotting I found my head rolling along the carpet with the drag race king. *******, you *******. Jam

I pushed a good amount of laundry into the box. You left a few things in your desk. Leave then please
My number is 555-666 I'm a heretic my room is 29 my fingers are cold

everytime you have ***,
especially if youre positioned over the girl in military style with your straightened back
  and tightened glutes and hamstrings with your neck aligned parallel
thrusting
in unison with the metronome,
you always think ''
oh yeah, I'm just doing a workout at your leisure"
and when the *** seeps out of your **** and you roll away,
you stand up
and shake your head in disappointment
and **** on your cigarette stained with
***** juice.
that cigarette is always amazing afterwards though,
and so is the
drive home

I see stars i see
Blackness
I see bitter lines and folded dreams
I see promises kept and promises
Broken
I see dirt roads and paper
Highways
I see plasticine smiles and liquid metal
hearts
I see tears in rain
And fiery baptisms
I see cataclysm lullabies and tired punched out
Laughter
Waiting in gutters for two cent coffee and divorce lawyers to **** my ***
I see wallpaper liars and tombstones filled with kings

I sit along this street and look up to the faint glow
Never expected nothing so it never hurt to lose

Lose
Lose


Lost

Disembodied
head rolls along the dirt

Shiny lavender smile
and painted disposition
I slip my fingers inside
It screams
and the door jams

Your teeth fall out
and the good Samaritan raises its fist

"We are but servants of the serpent"

Another ******* slides in,
And it gets bent.
Foot goes up the whole
And the fetus desolves into acidic gel
We are expatriates
The son is good
and the sun is warm

My body is failing in sense
got.liquid ****
Or that could be the onion rings and chicken fingers

My **** is obscured by a sock of fat
My feet are like that of an ox
I can **** but it takes a hefty heave
Tongue on my nuts
I have a deaf baby here
Golden arches

Feels good to write something
Feels good to remember that I can still speak
I still feel something
whilst floating in this spirit world
I don't know how long I have
But I still have my words

The ciggarette cartons will be full,
and the homemade pruno will be worth a corvette. Oil is useless now,
and electricity is a dream.
stock up on beans, and make friends with the fellow coalman. enough shells for a nuclear war in the desert night like
right now

when


you are struggling to

stay awake-


play the violin on the
4th fret
with a crooked
spoon.

no tears
were made

to be wasted

Dumb

I want to punch you in your ******* face for having written that and I hope your whole operation burns to the ground and you end up  hungry
and alone.
What is Taylor swift up to?
    I heard she takes a lot of vagisil and eats grapes?  
  
Bradd Pitt has his eyes stapled in a chameleon glare-  and
  potholes are full of actors  of a play called life

Keep dreaming of death
and dismemberment

The death does nt phase me.The clean up, annoying

If it goes on like this
what will the neighbors say

Awkwwrd thoughts

Push pin



Soda & fleas tongue

sweet



Normalized by 5





with a chip in place

Unlock it now



Ruiners WASP. And guns pointing

cavity

unlike gestation

Wound up : impulse bit blown . leak away red res red red red

          redvred red

Barking down the alleyway
Thevcool dawn touches me
Smokestack lighting makes it way around


Head in a cannon
Their eyes are satin
Barking orders like Patton   -  bayonetted and ****** on a sandy hill,
the ******
like a sweet hand
   in the grass. lemons and such

It wasn't always this way
But sometimes when you reminisce you see the stains of a wasted life and potential like filaments dancing in a stuffy room

The children know as you pass them and their faces contort in disgust
And the dog barks like a ***** being culled from its cave

The dejected and the disorderly;
The castigated and condemned -
You wear your clothes
Like a rucksack and meander through the road as cars hiss past and eventually you stumble somewhere safe for the moment
What is the meaning of this suffering?
Surely it wasn't always this bad, but it has been
& My persistence is merely the persistence of a fool chasing delusion when reality is much more merciful in its blunt assertion

You don't belong
And that's ok too because
nothing matters