I love the wind’s howling.
The breath of God surrounds me.
It’s angry and loud.

It says
Destroy yourselves!
and we do.

Well we do a bit,
but we’re so obsessed with living.
What the hell for?

******* parasites.

No.  You are not numb.
You feel pain from how apathetic you’ve become.
You just don’t care that you hurt because there’s nothing to be done.

planning suicide
taste-testing cyanide
gun powder blush
drunk driving lush
hit on myself
burried by a shelf
pretty lace noose
back-rolling caboose
trip to a cliff
rat poison spliff
davey’s locker dive
****** du killer bee hive
releasing the Kraken
monoxide hose in the back end
a sleep not to dream
an end to the mean.
a dip in formaldehyde
planning suicide.

Opposites don’t attract, they exist in complimentary union at a distance acting in synchronicity.  Mirror me, am I you? Are we we? are you Yin? When I hurt do you feel pleasure? When we zig, we zag but we’re both in motion, in action.  Am I creating or just waving my waves about in space. Perhaps there is no my, there is no face.  existence is an amorphous blob, individuality a wasted case.

All I want to do is stick my **** in a *****
deep and warm, juices gush around me
I want to make her moan and squeal
a slippery squeeze I wanna feel
push in my ***** and spill against her wall
she gasps and ****, we’re spent, I fall

but I don’t have a *****. ):

Leave me alone
To love me alone
No one can love me like me
And that’s not conceit, it’s a tragedy.
I’d live to be loved
If it did exist
If i could resist my unreasonable need
For unrestrained  two way intimacy.

But no one can bear
My devils and gods
I understand it’s too much to see
It’s too much to ask to want all of me.