I look up to god
When I'm drunk
because
He's a view to
Crane my neck to.-
gets in the way
~
Your fate is to die in the earthworm's stomach;
Deploy detail from your life
and digitize a seance for its-self
alone
only one who knows you
is
. . .
Could you even
defy Hershey's grip,
you sodomite?
Playing @
these sorts of extracurricular fights
It's truly
earthworm's who will deliver you right-
ly a quick and sympathetic death.
~
but f٭٭k it. Roach
Away floods my feet,
and factions divide my liver;
i am hardly
flotsam.
I'm adjectives of wreck,
synonyms of much
deprived floods of
smoke. Such that shuts
me away, away, away.
Fate-funs break my spirit-
and you run,
you run!
How dare you rush like sequin
onto any bare skin surface-
you chocolate, running.
I hate you
I hate you all.
Do not develop emotions,
or ****
and by all means,
despise yourself.
And,
waste
apart from mind.
Be you in an earthworm's behind.
~
F٭٭٭٭٭g a challenging nothing.
I want you to be something,
anything.
Nun me. I would make
many-fecal out of your pieces
of cake.
I hate you.
I hate you all.
You. F٭٭٭٭٭g. Lottery. Punks.
The lines in my face are a perfect sum
of the precise faults of
the earthworm's gut.
~
Your neurotic monks-
you've got me
addicted
to a specific death
My fate is to develop in the earthworm's gut.
/
Maybe I'll experiment with blood
Maybe I'll experiment with bloodK٭٭l me quickly
K٭٭l me quickly
Maybe I'll adhere with burns
Maybe I'll steer me under
under
under
ground
Milk me quickly
I can’t be a suicidal sine
serving a princess-and-the-pea type mind
Maybe I’ll try to be a DeviantArt update,
desperate emotion bemusing in keystroke
I’ll experiment with light
I’ll imperialize her fuse
Fill yr unsanitized fins with
Ifs
and maybe I'll experiment with ***
Maybe I'll rip you from your life
Ifs spit from naked myth
K٭٭l me quickly,
you horrible,
you gorgeous
earthworm spit.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 7:46 PM UTC
I look up to god
When I'm drunk
because
He's a view to
Crane my neck to.-
gets in the way
~
Your fate is to die in the earthworm's stomach;
Deploy detail from your life
and digitize a seance for its-self
alone
only one who knows you
is
. . .
Could you even
defy Hershey's grip,
you sodomite?
Playing @
these sorts of extracurricular fights
It's truly
earthworm's who will deliver you right-
ly a quick and sympathetic death.
~
but f٭٭k it. Roach
Away floods my feet,
and factions divide my liver;
i am hardly
flotsam.
I'm adjectives of wreck,
synonyms of much
deprived floods of
smoke. Such that shuts
me away, away, away.
Fate-funs break my spirit-
and you run,
you run!
How dare you rush like sequin
onto any bare skin surface-
you chocolate, running.
I hate you
I hate you all.
Do not develop emotions,
or ****
and by all means,
despise yourself.
And,
waste
apart from mind.
Be you in an earthworm's behind.
~
F٭٭٭٭٭g a challenging nothing.
I want you to be something,
anything.
Nun me. I would make
many-fecal out of your pieces
of cake.
I hate you.
I hate you all.
You. F٭٭٭٭٭g. Lottery. Punks.
The lines in my face are a perfect sum
of the precise faults of
the earthworm's gut.
~
Your neurotic monks-
you've got me
addicted
to a specific death
My fate is to develop in the earthworm's gut.
/
Maybe I'll experiment with blood
Maybe I'll experiment with bloodK٭٭l me quickly
K٭٭l me quickly
Maybe I'll adhere with burns
Maybe I'll steer me under
under
under
ground
Milk me quickly
I can’t be a suicidal sine
serving a princess-and-the-pea type mind
Maybe I’ll try to be a DeviantArt update,
desperate emotion bemusing in keystroke
I’ll experiment with light
I’ll imperialize her fuse
Fill yr unsanitized fins with
Ifs
and maybe I'll experiment with ***
Maybe I'll rip you from your life
Ifs spit from naked myth
K٭٭l me quickly,
you horrible,
you gorgeous
earthworm spit.
from february 22, 2024
poem from the past a day #61
a what a bad past it was.
this is a fully unhinged piece of writing.
this is drunk writing. i was on some worm stuff.
but that's the vibe- that's the point.
i can't explain any of it.
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