my head is a skin tied
water-shit.
wobble minded and
stench ridden.
it bleeds diarrhea.
an ache not of throbbing
but like, pressurized
wet tissue membraned
balloon stuff.
could pop
any time.
will pop.
just a matter of
time.
seven thousand days now
I've been lugging this
bubbling froth-tank.
this neck ornament.
this ***** machine CPU.
and all it does is
complain about
itself.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
my head is a skin tied
water-shit.
wobble minded and
stench ridden.
it bleeds diarrhea.
an ache not of throbbing
but like, pressurized
wet tissue membraned
balloon stuff.
could pop
any time.
will pop.
just a matter of
time.
seven thousand days now
I've been lugging this
bubbling froth-tank.
this neck ornament.
this ***** machine CPU.
and all it does is
complain about
itself.
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