"cunty" poems
The double slit experiment
In quantum mechanics
Shows us one thing:
That you can’t trust a ************
You can’t even trust a particle
Without watching it like a hawk,
And even then it will disobey you.
Be a little rebel,
Get yourself a little *****
Have your own opinions,
Let relationships decay into ruin.
Quantum mechanics tells me
That we’re all a little cunty,
Even the atoms that comprise us,
So what choice do we have
In the end?
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
It's weird to have friends who are *****
You know they're not good people
But they're your friends
Your best friends
And they're not really cunty towards you
They're actually really nice
And they make you laugh
But there's this thing in the back of your mind
That wonders
Constantly, almost
If they're talking about you
If they're being cunty towards you
Behind your back
Because even though they are your friends
They're nothing more than *****
Who only really know how to be *****
Not friends
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
**** you, cunty ****** I love you.
Im such a sweet person ♥
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
This is a tale featuring the great superhero, SNOGGO
That ******* dangerous horrific and scary beast would not terrify me. Who was I? Some little stupid ******* weedy spastic? No, I was the great fearless SNOGGO! Yes! Yes! Yes! I was the magnificent SNOGGO who had faced (without flinching much) so many humunguously terrifying events! So I picked up the mighty hammer and struck out fearlessly: 'Wham! Thump! Crash! Boom!' I gave the terrfying monster a ******* great bashing.
I was enraged yet not terrified more than was absolutely necessary. Did you erroneously imagine I was just some little weedy wimp afraid of attacking a terrible adversary without a platoon of Hummers (whatever they may ******* be) full of mercenaries recruited from the slum trailer parks of Hades? 'Take that you stupid evil cunty ideologue!' I yelled, *'Take that! And that! ******* take that!'*
My God, I bashed that vile and 100% hideous creature ******* senseless. I was so ******* brave, just as brave as the worthless ***** who will soon be called heroic US veterans killing innocent Arabs left, right and centre throughout the entire ******* Middle East to please their Zionist taskmasters, God ****** them. I was incandescent. I was SUPER-FUCKING SNOGGO! I would triumph over adversity in the name of ******* freedom's ******* bell! Ding-dong!
As so it came to pass that, finally after a tremendous struggle in which I nearly lost a fingernail, the immature pink dwarf hamster lay lifeless before me, squashed into a puddle reminiscent of a flattened dead hairy ripe tomato. *'Bring it on, you ****** pansy,'* I bravely thought as I ****** my comrade's flaccid **** eagerly as we cowered manfully in a burnt-out mosque, preparing ourselves bravely for a spot of rendition among the local orphans.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
When all my blood is estranged
Is it then that I become deranged?
Already self-loathing and anti-family
So maybe I can’t stand my own genetics
Perhaps I see myself as unequivocally cunty
And maybe I cannot stand the things that made me
Is this what makes one deranged?
Self-destructive and anti-happy
When all the blood is estranged
And the world is just animals
To be coldly devoured. . .
This seems to me quite deranged
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Sitting in a coffee shop in yupstown hipsville Brooklyn
scrawling in a notebook with a headband on
I become a caricature of myself
why these things even matter to me I cannot explain
but I feel like scumbag anyway
Constantly criticizing
revising
rewriting my words and theirs
my thoughts
"oh thats pretentious"
"what is that? your talking out your ***
"why do I/you even bother?"
Why can't I just go?
Be
write write scribble doodle
think
at least I'm not the ******* sitting across from me
(there it goes again)
But i am part of a growing number
of diligent dilettantes
with notebooks and novels
leather bound and worn
"vintage"
and "obscure" instruments
and tastes
because I am all leisure
I have that kind of time
but aren't I just another ****
Cunting out my cunty cuntness
like it's something new
like i'm not just playing games
playing roles
half committed and pandering
to an audience of privilege
looking for clarity, or authenticity?
or am I just another salesman?
Ugh I cannot escape
my sense of inadequacy
I m a sham, a ******** artist
When is it going to ******* end....
is there any escape
that comes without labels
self imposed or otherwise?
(stop wining you ****
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Splattered in concrete like decent ommissions
Like ethereal gods
Like rotted pine and faulty seeds
Like withered lungs & crusty pig ****
Like laughing dogs and cunty cats
Like frolicking lilyhammers
Like ****** bullmen
Like sexless libras
Like tight stewardess *** in the 90s
Like a poptart tomorrow
Like the last liberal
Conservative
Connected to the wifi
Take a stige
And laugh
Why not lol
Ok
Ok ok
This is like myself
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 4:47 AM UTC
there's a fire in this madhouse of Venus
where unattainable romance gives birth
to cunty darkness and pleading clawish fingers
to obsessions of strange mental constructs
something about blood and tears
birthing black ******* and vampires
with vermillion mouths shaped in circles
that gorge themselves on violent thrusting *****
and ***** resembling mushed faced pugs
just asking for it
a woman's eyes burn like cigarettes
and tongues snake into esophageal
swoon revivals of glorious deliverance
flashing souls flit like street lights
and flames of wraith hair
she begs to be strangled with a black chord
and kissed till her brain blurs fizz
she dances
wigwam wiggle and clutches
like a sliding oyster
licking my *******
**** ***** and ruby *****
gagging repeatedly onto the hilting root
falling into submission
for her dark ******* god Faustian thing
a little doll with mythic eyes
a ******* wraparound mouthy wigged *****
with a baloney-pony disco stick orifice
will you **** me with your **** sir
a dark hunger gnaws deep within
so bleed me merciless
like a gushing artery
make me red dead in love in bed
butter **** and properly spread
pound me like a hell ***** ******
in a burning five alarm
emergency suicide ****
-
i corkscrew her
into a writhing
murderous wreckage
as she dissolves under me
like a sugar cube in hot tea and blood
christened by a magic wand
that forces her round belly
up and down like a toilet plunger
her ***** drools like runny yolks
a deep homework
the shamanic decent
an illusive weighing of the heart
the sweet meat priestess
who resuscitates abandoned legends
making my ***** click like castanets
a Mr. Winkey party
spewing Icelandic yogurt
her teeth rattle
as her brains and one eyeball
hang off my ****
like pig trough slobber
her face smiles
and vomits peaches
there's moon glitter
in your beautiful hair
my darling
God save the kink
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 2:35 PM UTC
while being a man eater
she preferred
to be eaten
like a ***** bride for a vampyre
cleanse us from all unrighteousness
she liked her ****
bruised as beaten apples
with scorched *******
perforated with the needles
still glimmering in her areolas
oozing small rivulets of blood
as if alters to a weird mythic Jesus
do unto others
she spread her haunches wide
and knelt in supplication
her **** and glistening **** presented
for the scythe and whipping slick ******
let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace
she imagined
her body like a dirigible
exploding in mid air
her hands caressed her lush *****
with rabid fingers
like a woodpecker on amphetamines
girding an unlocked cage
of wet smeared lips
for this is my blood of the covenant
her **** drooled
as if a thousand baby tongues
dripped for a teasing tickling blade
knotty hung ***** and sagging *****
on the way to a glorious ascension
hard is the path to God
her life more dissolute
than *** **** videos
a rich lady languishing
with a growling animal inside her
and gold enough for life
but not too rich to bleed
extravagant tears of flaming petals
while licking devils *****
and being eaten and ******
from **** hole to gut
in a bottomless rusty bathtub
by a pantheon of fiends
*come now, let us reason together, shes a horney *****
in her own rem noir dark city
of obsidian dreams
she woke up happy as a jitterbug
and full of grace
her cunty fingers tasted extra ******
and slippery as melted butter
beware
watch out for the boiling red eye
and the hillbilly keep out sign
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
*baby was a black sheep, baby
was a *****
rock & roll ******
i'm gonna drink my whiskey,
extend my middle finger,
and in doing so,
to simply express the stance:
thank you, thank you,
**** you, **** you!
eat lead.
capsize on your condom's worth of girth!
cunty-mother-fucking-waste-of-a-worth-of-man;
come, the last demand...
and i'm adjusting my clockwork
toward a city lifestlyle...
i just felt there was enough empty
space in the double bed to suggest:
hums and cuddling pillows
to hope for the opposite ***
****** ****** ****** ****** ******
****** ****** ****** ******
it's what's called: singing in prison...
like a parrot... a budgerigar...
white boy in the prison of his
own language...
what, a, waste, of, time.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC