hey, I'm seeing spiders & shadows & lights again & there comes a point in your life when you realize it's all this forced speech about how the weather is fine & no one has died that shouldn't have.
it's like sitting in an unfamiliar bathtub til the water goes cold, knowingly just floating in frosty clouds of your own filth, that sick type of epiphany that we're all just sad little feeder fishes painted gold that live to eat **** **** float get old go blind become senile then hopefully die before anything too terrible happens. happy ends.
high noon & the horse flies are biting, for the life of me. if you find yourself dead or alive. they'll pay you for perfect timing.
so smile sunshine the drain hasn't swallowed you yet.
angry jagged animal teeth the underbite of earth's crust harboring harmful chemicals & illegal immigrants rising at this first ray, a ****'s hair of celestial inferno one could say constantly calling on this splay legged abomination meeting & greeting every need & accomadation of greater grazers they set them selves ablaze for pity wage & trade peanuts for raisins.
the nature of things; of which way's witch ways is a falling flipping flying state of ***** nirvana.
this is common phenomena. I could cry. hysterically.
black helicopters polka dotted the blinding white pilot light that was the sky littered with little particulates of sickness.
I want nothing more but to run to this jesus light rewind to the darkness in the daynight & bottle those clouds, consume & be alive.
I run to nothing & nowhere cause that's only place it's all alright. let it slide past mindfulness
by the time anyone finds out
another evening beseeches quiet & we'll abide to avoid running for our lives
Now let us pray. May hellfire rain down on us today, on all those who offered pay in full metal change to watch the life sized lights explode & wicked witches hanging by the throat from a tenth floor window it was all so cool.
demon induced dementia cemented in an underground parking garage
starry eyed orphan **** princess- apparel section regressing to an oral fixation & a need to keep the fingers busy.
pink **** carpet heart shaped atrocity
you ain't the boss of me
paleface scarab angel seraph snake made up cheap
heart tarnished purely black comedy legs like a limousine keeping company with the holy cross dressers on the local drug scene.
oh how special.
yesterday I fed my edificial fetish & I could not stop thinking.
these high arched ceilings. could not contain my feelings, if they tried.
drive by advertisements remind me there's not much to be excited about.
What is uhmerican culture anyway? I'll explain: it's like, irrationalized entitlement, moral decadence on every side of every fence & sick narcissistic pride to be parasitic, a louse ******* the life out of the whole **** planet.
Men who have everything still die from depression. Women who call freedom co-decency bold faced oppression.
**** first question later.
Hermits complaining about the rain when they know **** well they don't even go outside.
Everyone lies to everyone lies to everyone lies to everyone lies to everyone.
See? It's a cycle. A spiral.
Maybe it'll go quiet into the night, or maybe it'll ignite the whole **** planet.
Has anyone else noticed the rise and fall of Napoleon & the Romans?
How every worldwide empire dies? In a fiery gust of embarassment that was the special from the start.
I've grown numb to the disgust I felt towards everyone else & the fact that they're all kind of beyond helping.
Now I'm just waiting for it all to fall apart.
Absolutely nothing to do with feminism, *shudder* I define **** culture as,exactly that ****** culture. Our food ***** our people **** our music ***** our movies **** our schools **** the news ***** & no one even knows what a book is. Think about that while you're pulling your short-shorts out your hoo-hah. Culture has been thoroughly *****, Thanks Merica.
blowing out someone's candle doesn't make yours burn any brighter.
I didn't come up with this, cannot remember for the life of me where I heard it. But it's some real profound ****. There's a superfine line between being real & honest & just talking the truth and just talking **** & bein a biggo jelly hater. Don't be a hater.
I seen beneath my eyelids I was a black silhouette of an entity outlined in platinum aura eclipse and the visions fell far & fell hard from a teardrop chandelier hanging from the ceiling in my skull & shattered the crude jewel encrusted crescent floor
then thunder roared in the distance & erupted the crown, unleashing a copious explosion of white gold light & my skeleton sheds the snakeskin & escapes thru the hole in my head;
just crawls right out,
bubbles up & becomes a pink heart shaped balloon & it floats
up. out. away.
creeps thru one of the holes in the ozone, straight into the sun & burns up.