One4u2nv

One4u2nv Nov 2012

One foot in front of the NOT so other...why bother with me
I'm just a throwaway...his whispers won't allow me to be free...
This time around I lost my footing, my pudding, my busy little bee...
All around this mulberry bush the dragon chases his shadow.
And I know that you know what happens when the shadow is caught...
That night under the bright moonlight you stood war and fought...
That dragon whispered, reminded me of my captivity and I am you and you are me...Nothing but the still charred smell of the all American dream.

One4u2nv Nov 2012

And they all look just the same...

This box is getting awfully snug for somebody as ******' high as me, watch my face turn with glee, everyone follow me, the super-drug mean mug anti social **** the butterfly I'll always be the queen bee...
Same four walls with a lock around my neck, so tight with it's regret, hidden keys somewhere as far as parsec-
Shame pours out of the halls, stalked foreground against the main stream intellect, **** dialect no need to look back and reflect-
I moved with haste, lost my place, fell from grace, only to end up on my pretty.... face down, mud spent, I don't know where all my ******' money went. Look at me now look at the family so proud.
Shotgun wedding signing the rights away for my right away to go nowhere fast nowhere really really fast, going straight the **** down. With my halo valiantly thrown to the ground. I need a vacation, I'm tired of ******' round with these clowns.

One4u2nv Jun 2012

The Worlds Coracle

Sinking like a carelessly cosmic ****** on the 4th of J-U-L-Y, while a distressed young mountain lion lies on your feet.

Watch out for the cautious rubber shark inside the lines. It'd be something like Frank Zappa stuck on a deserted island with a dealer of his liking or disdain.

I believe in outlandish crazy industrialists in the distance between here and nowhere.

Lucifer has been infused with witchcraft and crack *******. Mindless *******. Thank your God.

Excellent nutrition is being presented as gluttony. Which in turn has caused your little sister to make daily offerings to a porcelain god.

Pleasure didn't invent rebellion but rebellion did however invent pleasure. Don't confuse the two.

A believer is magnetically drawn to immorality, much like man is to faith.

Inspiration simply radiates free energy and a smile should never be compared to a frown.

Dreaming can be mistaken for productivity. Dream big people, dream big.

One4u2nv Mar 2012

Thievery INC.

Even though we're not of the same womb, we share the same fleshy coat covering our bare and brittle tomb.

I will never sigh a moment of disappointment again after you picked from my pocket, my deep throated eight-***** deep right corner socket, the envious green bank locket.

Eight months and some silver change went by without so much as an apology, my effigy standing momentarily proud, my everlasting quieted eulogy seeking nothing more than a loud creaking to my bleating apathy.

Just relax those temptations and sweet sensations, fix the tooth yearning for it's familiar ache, that familiar feel of the snake, learning to break that stride of your pride. In the dark through the mist I arise to ****** back what is rightfully mine.

One4u2nv Mar 2012

Plastic Contraption

The contraption they made for me wasn't made of mahogany or pine. It didn't have my name carved on the side or top or woven in between a lovely vine.

The mask I wore was hard and plastic, reaching down my throat, stealing my voice, my choice, my right for air, my only care.

I'm inconveniently sewn wrong. Stitched little ***** with a piece of my hair going nowhere, breaking, splitting, and firing a blank flare. In that me made contraption, that not so piney box. I need to detox.

The mask grips my face tighter, the spider beneath the box is a fighter but not me you see. No no not me. I'm the malnutritioned meal deal for the arachnid to steal. I close one eye grieving the salty cheek, I can feel the watery streak leave it's message bleak across my pale cheek.

This plastic prison wasn't comfortable or maced with satin or lace. I understand for light years beyond my grasp of taste that once upon a time ago I must have lived a life of disgrace.

One4u2nv Feb 2012

Unknown Reasons

I'm thoughtfully watching joyous pupils viciously coming across girlish phantoms.

Meanwhile you are watching me satanically bounding through fields of flaming stimulations, while riding on hope that depends on productivity. I won't ever find it. Productivity that is.

Satisfaction might never be prioritized above facts. This is FACT-

The unknown needlessly attracts poetry.

Our reality abraded and unjust can be uncomfortable if it’s entangled with education.

Moving at your own pace is a fountain of materialism and greedy lusts.

Psychic ability favors pressure, and a random act of silliness can somehow mold in to self reform.

Magic has been brought to you by Nikola Tesla and of course Prince...He is the true King, save Bowie of course.

Sexology turns boring things into The American Dream.

Suggestively inter-dimensional paintings as a punch line to a tasteless joke for tasteless people. ----> See blog for details. Http://www.tasteforthetasteless.tumblr.com

Swiftly opulent inspectors for future generations leave no getaways for past generations. Thank your god for this..I certainly do.

Feminist eruptions and Malibu Barbie are inexpensive expectations with crazed, maniacal plans for world *******. We fed the Illuminate to the space pirates and now we are the people.

Enclosed in this excessively long mixture of nonesenical words are meanings of life like surgically altered violins fueled by bitterness and rage are the way to the Sneaker Pimps six-Underground.

Our politicians are galavanting with over paid under appreciated butchers.

Comfort is the leading cause of heroism and cancer.

Electricity is a side-effect of greed. Greed fuels each and every home.

Activism is another form of stigmata and self-confidence rests upon your soul's desire to be better.

A perfect moment is ruined by mythology. Throw it away along with your **** of an ego. Learn what bogs you down and what helps to keep you afloat.

****** tension can trigger an avalanche of vengeance and self loathing destruction

Your energy can transcend in to a rouge wave larger than life and larger than Jesus Christ fanatics followed by Anti-Christ hopefuls.

Laughter gravitates towards ravenously healthy men and women. Follow that pack and you will find health awaiting your arrival with open arms.

One4u2nv Feb 2012

THIS ENERGY, THIS MESSY KINDA ANGLE

I have all this chaotic energy seething through my body with last nights creations and today's destroyers. It's so intense I don't even know where to direct it most of the time so I swallow that salty oyster.

It dances heavily on my squishy innards, with high heel slippers, they even had heels for beginners.

My guts churn and reluctantly become tangled. Holes and tears for this glitter girl perfectly mangled.

Ohhh this energy is fantastically painful. It's so mad my heart wants to burst and my love seeks to strangle. I love life, especially from this energetic, chaotic, messy kinda angle.