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"fiending" poems
so deep i'm touching you spine the feeling blowing your mind our stars aligned, now you climaxing over this mountain we climb your body a shrine, so close its feeling like mine the way that you grind, so divine and its only getting better with time getting harder as I listen to your breathing moaning louder as I move it with you, your body I'm kneading my body's been feening this whole evening you are what I've been needing.
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Fiending
midnight skin blanketing ******* toned hips a warm tongue points; this the taste of ecstasy on my fingertips taunts the rehab in my touch yearning to risk it pills litter stone-wood floors as we **** through flaws **** feelings carpet the inner raw** moaning and creaking of hard wood boards wild moods bodies wet clinging sensual monsoon fiending for a fixing we cut through bleeding lust ****** sheets whispering drops of crimson truth as familiar sensations pulsate we gyrate losing focus of whose waist hanging onto **** don’t wait
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
******
As her eyes teased me, She pleased me, fiending for my touch, her skin needs me - she feeds me. Playing with my needs, she seized my attention. Taking over, I flipped her over, using my T-shirt to tie her hands together The tighter I squeeze them, the further her legs spread apart, like a piece of art, however I flipped her unto her stomach, face down *** up, So I could lick it up ***** poking out, so I **** it up tongued it down Deep moans guide my touch lips, once pink, now blush; flush with lust Pulled her to the edge of the bed, then slowly filled her up Claiming every inch of her as mine, I can’t seem to get enough The hunger burning in her eyes, this is more that just a ****
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Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 4:44 PM UTC
Just a ****
There is this woman with stringy brown hair Blue polka-dotted shirt, the same one Head droops down The weight of melancholy stampedes her to near-death. She hardly holds herself up straight She barely looks me in the eyes, she is shamed Every time, she is paler and paler Every time, gets the same comfort treat, maybe this will help this time Maybe, This time. Chocolate peanut butter flavor with hot fudge and whipped cream I am the only one who notices her slight shaking.. Fiending? Needing? $4.61, please I am the only one who notices the scars on her arms. "Thank you, have a good day." And I am frightened that one of them will soon be her last. I am frightened because I want to save everyone But I can't. It's like throwing starfish into the sea, one by one Still seeing the shore still filled with them. Everyone around me is drowning and they pull my hair down with them.
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Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
ice cream sundae
Your eyes. I can't stop writing about them. I can't stop dreaming about them gleaming like sunlight beaming into the windows of my soul. And I've been meaning to tell you- Heighten the blinds. I can't stop fiending to be the reflection in your infliction The mirroring of eyes, my line of sight in your line of vision Our pupils don't just collide, they cause a collision And uh, The precision of your gaze fogs all coherency to a haze And it's seeming There's a thousand words teeming off the levees of my lips But you got me in a daze and the waves crash silent See inside I'm screaming They say the flames radiated from desire are the fires most violent And I feel your vibes like radiation; Hazardous to both mind and body. Detrimental to the soul. I believe in whole this is not an illusion They say the eyes never hide from the truth -and the truth never lies- See, I've already eyed your eyes I'm not convinced this is confusion I've come to the conclusion that If I confided in you, Could you agree it's a delusion You've been opening the window; You want to be Inside.
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Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
Insightful
You have had me in every way Rising mountains and flooded hollers Gifted with everything, and I have nothing left to offer but this This treasure of depravity As you clean the crevices and ***** my mind Worship, slather,  repeat You delve in fiending for the taste and with each pass of that silver tongue my thoughts get more tarnished And you get...all of me Taken in heat engulfed in passion Drilled to the core Filled with rapasciousness I offered a gift and I was chewed up and swallowed Consumed fully Wanton abandon in caveman style of take what is yours And that...I am
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
Gifted
You couldn't relate to my life if you tried Degenerate pride, in my pride, the family all died I took a trip, slip from the front door Walking to the house of a man with some more Of the poison of my mother, the mater, my pater, the father My brothers and sisters slumped against a wall, injecting It gets harder I'm a martyr But I fall farther Brown brings ardour In the haze of detestable days, bus journey raves To the estates, I'm in a state, I hate fate Try and place blame, struggle to get straight But straight to the point, you're a mate Pass the plate, and the joint I'll do a line, get straight Straight to the point... Where was I? Back in the house, forgot how I got here The emptiness too much to bear I miss my family being here My mother the seer My father drinking beer I close my eyes, open, hope they appear The loneliness of the kitchen feels so queer I pop a few pills and realise its been a year Since I saw them here Fading to black and I awake in a wrack Fiending for some smack, panic attack Light up a pipe, smoke some pale crack Keep me going on this lonesome track So I pack my bag, down a glass of Jack And get back on the beaten path To the corner where I find her, solemn in a slump Hard night's day, I give her cash and we arrange the jump Pump pump, I dump my junk and feeling drunk Walk silently in a grump, she re-adjusts her skirt and returns to her bunk To her lifelong funk before being packed into another John's trunk The streetlights are cruel in the winter night's haze What beautiful days, in a daze, feeling amazed Clasp my hands and I pray, am I crazed or is this mournful delay A year ago today, my love took my family away
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
Malcolm's Story: On Memories and Injustice
You couldn't relate to my life if you tried Degenerate pride, in my pride, the family all died I took a trip, slip from the front door Walking to the house of a man with some more Of the poison of my mother, the mater, my pater, the father My brothers and sisters slumped against a wall, injecting It gets harder I'm a martyr But I fall farther Brown brings ardour In the haze of detestable days, bus journey raves To the estates, I'm in a state, I hate fate Try and place blame, struggle to get straight But straight to the point, you're a mate Pass the plate, and the joint I'll do a line, get straight Straight to the point... Where was I? Back in the house, forgot how I got here The emptiness too much to bear I miss my family being here My mother the seer My father drinking beer I close my eyes, open, hope they appear The loneliness of the kitchen feels so queer I pop a few pills and realise its been a year Since I saw them here Fading to black and I awake in a wrack Fiending for some smack, panic attack Light up a pipe, smoke some pale crack Keep me going on this lonesome track So I pack my bag, down a glass of Jack And get back on the beaten path To the corner where I find her, solemn in a slump Hard night's day, I give her cash and we arrange the jump Pump pump, I dump my junk and feeling drunk Walk silently in a grump, she re-adjusts her skirt and returns to her bunk To her lifelong funk before being packed into another John's trunk The streetlights are cruel in the winter night's haze What beautiful days, in a daze, feeling amazed Clasp my hands and I pray, am I crazed or is this mournful delay A year ago today, my love took my family away
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You just wanna **** me outta spite... Problem is I wanna go all night.... And how many times of the night You call me when you and that ***** have a fight And I'll still come threw even tho I no it isn't right Only cuz I have a weakness for you that ain't no if or a might And while she's fiending for his attention..... I'm fiending for her positions.... And the same week day ***** he be deep in Is the same shallow ***** I damage on the weekends Could be my private dancer.. One phone call and i'll always answer **** them other ****** cuz I'm down for you But you ****** them others ****** and made that same sound to **** As much as I hate to admit it I was wrapped up We was only suppose to be ******* but that change once I didn't wrap up But now I gotta back up Cuz she don't wanna leave him but still  wanna use me as a back up And I no this but still I can't control this I hate that he gets the first appointments an I only get the first  notice .... Dam !!!!!          But baby ....it's yours, it's yours, it's yours , it's yours that's for sure .. Just tell me what you like !!!
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
It's Yours ( ***** Gang Forver )
Purkyně lux lit lunatics conjure vignettes of geomancy. There is mischief enchanting the wake: xenophagists fiending tricks. For invokers, who bathe in moonlight, death is a good nights sleep.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sijo: The Night is Enticing
so much mystery surrounding me so much inner journey I am bound to be taking on in the future, so insecure about my future but truck along fiending for gas, I take it day by day with a little sass still don’t drink coffee and you can hold the flask so trying to outrun the trauma from my Dad it's a tough pill to swallow and that’s usually no issue for me thank god I traded all that for **** I always was attracted to green aquamarine baby, no march aries pisces like the koi fish coasting on the crystal blue water evolving, healing stuck in the past no longer moment by moment, touch by touch, hands entwined friendship showed me love
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Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC
friendship
An animal is what I am, with fangs that bite too deep. Awake at night, and too possessed to get a wink of sleep. Amused by chasing freedom from feeling what is real. I would go to any length, I'd make a Devil's deal. Corrupted and conflicted, until I find my friend. He's killing me, and ripping me apart from every end. Smoke is curling up inside. Noise is somewhat dull. Silent moving pictures streaming softly in my skull. I think the ground is quaking. My eyes are dry as sand. The carpet feels like metal scraping flesh upon my hands. Shaking within cavities I thought did not exist. My temperature from cold to hot, I'm fiending for the bliss. I wish the things I felt right now would wound me to my grave. But fantasies of you inside my veins is what I crave. I've sobered up and looked upon my arms, who seem to yearn. A distant scream inside my heart tells me I'll never learn. A bag, a spoon, a spark, a ***** and now I'm turning blue. Blue death inside my bones and skin, an animal for you.
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Animal
Never been so attracted to one being. Wildly attracted to traits of many, always fleeting. So many rolled into one man leaves me speechless, intrigued and fiending. He mirrors my lunacy, and my fiery independence, our duality. Water bearers pour streams adjoined from the heavens, unencumbered. After years of finding the streams gravitating into one, we ditch a gourd. Our fingers intertwined under the neck and the base of the remaining one. Our eyes mingle mysteriously each morning, and when they find stars they get to pouring.
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Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Water Bearers
They're gonna try to use my lyrics against me in trial To prove I've been running for ah thousand miles Many styles but the flow ******** Ten years gone ah prisoner of war To live like that with the weight on my back Ain't no ******* joke homie staying on track Ese panick attacks to all my rivals When the news hit the neck about my arrivals It's called survival for the strong stay alive You ain't gotta be like me I ain't trying to misguide Just provide ah course eye view Of what it's really like for ah chosen few That's what I do I put your life in this Ah street gang corrido is ah underground hit From the face event you might hear the violence But if you didn't keep you'll find peace in silence Step in the booth I payed all my dues If you check new tourist it's like two million views The reviews say I infuse That lowrider crews L.A County blues Some win some lose In their grave they snooze While the DJ cut it up on the ones and twos That's cool that's what the criminal say So I'ma keep riding homeboy no delay Big C Rock Mac 11 spray Got the people in the zone ******* no bang Put your hands up now put them down Only the selected could cancel the crown The rest of you clowns get faced down Las puertas del Infierno ese that's my sound Notorious Enemy that's how I get down Ain't giving up nada catching no rebound So album after album that I keep on dropping Letting everybody know there ain't no stopping This my coffin so bury me in it Intellectual metaphor bout the music business Mental fitness along with lyrical sickness Loyal getting ready cross examine ah witness Bout to fix this Situation at hand Cause my presence on ah stage ese high demand Here I am C Rocka the legend Ink oozing out my pen is carving ah message Say I'm destined to lead ah battalions Sentenario change wing that's my home in Dalan Not Italian but you get it kapish I'ma sit up in the cut till it's time to release My dominion's of angels and demons To the scene where it's needed Cause my people's is fiending
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Conejo - Fiending
They're gonna try to use my lyrics against me in trial To prove I've been running for ah thousand miles Many styles but the flow ******** Ten years gone ah prisoner of war To live like that with the weight on my back Ain't no ******* joke homie staying on track Ese panick attacks to all my rivals When the news hit the neck about my arrivals It's called survival for the strong stay alive You ain't gotta be like me I ain't trying to misguide Just provide ah course eye view Of what it's really like for ah chosen few That's what I do I put your life in this Ah street gang corrido is ah underground hit From the face event you might hear the violence But if you didn't keep you'll find peace in silence Step in the booth I payed all my dues If you check new tourist it's like two million views The reviews say I infuse That lowrider crews L.A County blues Some win some lose In their grave they snooze While the DJ cut it up on the ones and twos That's cool that's what the criminal say So I'ma keep riding homeboy no delay Big C Rock Mac 11 spray Got the people in the zone ******* no bang Put your hands up now put them down Only the selected could cancel the crown The rest of you clowns get faced down Las puertas del Infierno ese that's my sound Notorious Enemy that's how I get down Ain't giving up nada catching no rebound So album after album that I keep on dropping Letting everybody know there ain't no stopping This my coffin so bury me in it Intellectual metaphor bout the music business Mental fitness along with lyrical sickness Loyal getting ready cross examine ah witness Bout to fix this Situation at hand Cause my presence on ah stage ese high demand Here I am C Rocka the legend Ink oozing out my pen is carving ah message Say I'm destined to lead ah battalions Sentenario change wing that's my home in Dalan Not Italian but you get it kapish I'ma sit up in the cut till it's time to release My dominion's of angels and demons To the scene where it's needed Cause my people's is fiending
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I'm a Champ He is a Chump His *** you need to dump So load up on your pump Go out and shake your **** Um Ya need to feel this playas swaggle As I diggle in your daggle Fiddle ya then stab ya *** on...slide up and down my pole Lick it Slurp it watch me as I grow Hmm señoritas let me rub your chi chas You can be me Mija Every time I see ya Blow ya ***** up with my D bomb Shrapnel from my nut ya need to stay yo *** calm Hmm that's how I dews it Confuse it then lose it Go ahead and choose it I promise to abuse it Um yous Filthy and so ***** *** so fucken pretty Wake you up early to get ya ***** swirly I will be your ecstasy Go ahead and swallow me ***** so sprung Why ya always following me? Huh, My **** will show you magic Makes your ***** so spastic Have you fiending for my **** Too bad you can't have it.. Huh, I aim to tease ***** begging me please Drop down on them knees Give this Scorpio a squeeze Um I'm ******* this game I'm back to running Who woulda thought M.A.N would come back more stunning Hmm thats just my stinger Born to be a bringer My presence seems to linger I'm in your ***** with my finger lol that's just my stamp I feel I got you damp A King wears a crown So does this Cali Champ!! Ugh..
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Cali Champ
bathe your slow gin smile in gossamer moss an epiphyte of long miles above thought ! your germ sings ! this love dilutes proof of plain facts. the obvious; obscured by the harsh aye of No ! a black white fiending  for gray and Oatmeal paint and lint. peeling from the  seam of lost moments.
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Oct 14, 2011
Oct 14, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
Oatmeal Paint And Lint
your love is the sweetest drug, to detox from it, something i didn't wish to know. 'you and i forever' you strung the lies around my neck, around my heart. only to strangle me, and tear me apart. so lost, and insecure you left me shaking fiending like a ****** who lacks control. for you, your drug, ****** for me, a person, named michael. breathe in, breathe out. i wish to extract you from my memory.. pretend you never happened.
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Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 5:47 AM UTC
detox
Fiending for a reason I've seen, Shrouded by a pharmaceutical haze, I pick up the phone, hear the message, what did you say I forget, nabbed and cuffed, thrown in their net.
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Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 7:52 AM UTC
ascension
My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to ******* Fiending for absolute Truth Or a new use for Head Space They come in a swarm that bitch-slaps any bats in my belfry And rational thoughts flash mob My cherished illusions Daily. I'm on the front line Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead ! My Kung-fu is Confused By Hatred as an Argument - Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with... Asinine articles of faith As arcane Armaments Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~ or any proof of concept ! They've kept the Rubicon Uncrossed by the Curious Held stock in kerosene To burn books too luminous for Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts Mortified by any Noble Pursuit That diminished the Lie To magnify the Truth.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
My Psychic War With The Brain Dead
There is a certain rage I only have for you it makes me want to burn down buildings and rescue you from what I alone have caused nothing can be undone, when the walls of your castle has been burned down. I would drown your body in the crystal lake where I first saw you bathing as little fawn do with their mother doe my most rewarding treasure all mine for the taking you would still shine brighter than any jewel deep within the crevices of unknown planets. Leading us both to a place where I feel no guilt for shredding every piece of your wardrobe off with my fangs repeatedly. Your helpless only I can save you from yourself only I can satisfy your insatiable lust the moon has showered on your climatic dreams craving my touch more leaving you ******** in ecstasy dripping in sweat, fiending for control I can provide you with pining for release your frenzy for me becomes a danger. My heart is your dungeon decorated with violet curtains with fluffy trimming and a silk golden rope to pull when you acquire more blood to fill your whine glass listening to your screams please my ear so. my vernacular will tingle your ears as I speak of shooting stars and meteorites. The darkness within me shall haunt you if you ever were to escape this dream paradise we created with lost thought alone tormenting your mind ravishing your body ten million *** slaves in one and the light will never dim any lower than the pure disgust and hatred of the cellar you are locked in. A dollhouse of nightmares made of obsidian bricks your anxiety and wit fulfill me to the core of leaving you empty so very pale and deliriously in love the scars from my whip our fate tied.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Violent Kisses
There is a certain rage I only have for you it makes me want to burn down buildings and rescue you from what I alone have caused nothing can be undone, when the walls of your castle has been burned down. I would drown your body in the crystal lake where I first saw you bathing as little fawn do with their mother doe my most rewarding treasure all mine for the taking you would still shine brighter than any jewel deep within the crevices of unknown planets. Leading us both to a place where I feel no guilt for shredding every piece of your wardrobe off with my fangs repeatedly. Your helpless only I can save you from yourself only I can satisfy your insatiable lust the moon has showered on your climatic dreams craving my touch more leaving you ******** in ecstasy dripping in sweat, fiending for control I can provide you with pining for release your frenzy for me becomes a danger. My heart is your dungeon decorated with violet curtains with fluffy trimming and a silk golden rope to pull when you acquire more blood to fill your whine glass listening to your screams please my ear so. my vernacular will tingle your ears as I speak of shooting stars and meteorites. The darkness within me shall haunt you if you ever were to escape this dream paradise we created with lost thought alone tormenting your mind ravishing your body ten million *** slaves in one and the light will never dim any lower than the pure disgust and hatred of the cellar you are locked in. A dollhouse of nightmares made of obsidian bricks your anxiety and wit fulfill me to the core of leaving you empty so very pale and deliriously in love the scars from my whip our fate tied.
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The idea of sobriety used to be insanity Until they put me in a cage and threw away the key Locked up, i started coming down Rocket man, returning to reality No longer warping between space and time Just a bunch of time in a small space lost in history Started to realize i was my own worst enemy Unhappy with life,unsatisfied with my so called wife Began curing my symptoms artificially Making craters within me Running to nowhere Losing myself in a cloud of dust Forgetting what my life was all about Everything i knew was upside down My strengths became my weakness' and my weakness was so powerful making money from the poison, and ingesting it for free seemed so lucrative at the time being Money and drugs had abolished me Devoured by the incubus in my dreams totally discnnected from reality Hit rock bottom What's lost can always be found Now rock bottom has become my new foundation barely living outside of memories I have a second chance at living Sobriety is no longer an idea, its a sensation Eating properly,becoming healthy, and getting stronger daily My nights belong to dreaming, no longer fiending My futur is no longer carved in stone Im regaining control and will leave my futur to the unknown
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May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
Sobriety
I'm addicted to her cause you're pure uncut dope. I'm high off her feminine potency Her love is so breathtaking its like Taking a **** She stole my heart. No ski mask on, no gloves.drawn No weis drawn She blew my brain away mental **** Now my mind was blown. She's got that straight drop Got me fiending for a taste of her love. She so dope I'm addicted to her love. The current energy flowing straight from the plug. Flooding every inch of my mind-body And soul. She covers me with her love. Shielding me from the storms. Providing nourishment for growth  making me strong. She is the reason why I hold on. When I feel like letting go. I fall deeper into her hole. I mean so deep in love. Backstroke, deep stroke, breast stroke, deep throat.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
Addicted
When I wake in the middle of the morning I see your bare body glowing in what is left of the moonlight. It takes my breath away and suddenly every inch of my skin is fiending to feel you like an addict fresh to rehab. It's been a few hours since I last touched you, since I fell asleep in your arms, and now that we have rolled to opposite ends of the bed I need the high back again. You on top of the covers, and I underneathe, I envelope you the best I can and trace imaginary circles in your hair. I run my fingers down the side of your face covered with stubble and plant feather-lite kisses across your skin as your poison soaks into my veins and my heart quickens. I lay there for hours on this high, watching you sleep with dialated eyes, and trying to hold back these words that sit at the pearly gates of my teeth. It's maddening; trying to keep the brigade of how I feel and what I know and how I hope behind the enameled walls. They fight the barrier and pull at my tongue in an attempt to spill from my shaking lips and crash into the drum of your ears. But I fear if you knew, you would run. So instead I take another hit of you I regather my composure and face the day of sobriety ahead.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Falling in love at 5am
how do you know what you know isn't an illusion or a hologram or a ruse to them & theirs why I do declare, ******** I am ******* bored with this I've been here before, but I've changed a bit. I know my soul must be ******* ancient & has taken spaceships to different places you know, most don't own the patience for any explanation that ain't ready-made, microwave layman safe. as for shakespeares as for lennons, maybe they'll get it if they've mastered dissipation if they're versed in manipulation if they keep contained indecipherable ranges of insane visions to which ignorance is malignant, if they're excitable & strange & incandiferous. if they have eyes in their brains & are made of diamonds, if they're kinda like, sadomasochistic. wait, you're gunna miss it. when the inexpensive lynchmen get bent up & purple faced pinched pens & been up for days cause they seen some **** & ain't been quite the same since. nevermind it, they lookin frigid. this **** is ridiculous. **** it, quiet silent, silence, sigh then. keep calm remain indifferent. this **** is ridiculous. listen, listen. if you see me missing, please report it to the police ******* themselves in the street, cause it's easy, it's easy. tell em I only speak in secret spells & ****** but I know some swears in dreamy. the sleepy cellular subject is defective, so ... so be it, the pest shall be deleted lest it spread disease & eat up all the fleece, then we'll all be cleaned - no, not really. the fiends are still fiending the fields are still weeping paint is still peeling off walls who couldn't talk but were still breathing. the truth is still spooky **** nightmare things on inviting screens & the teeth keep screaming. maybe they're thinking. about the end ... ?
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Ashtrays & Self-taught Levitation
how do you know what you know isn't an illusion or a hologram or a ruse to them & theirs why I do declare, ******** I am ******* bored with this I've been here before, but I've changed a bit. I know my soul must be ******* ancient & has taken spaceships to different places you know, most don't own the patience for any explanation that ain't ready-made, microwave layman safe. as for shakespeares as for lennons, maybe they'll get it if they've mastered dissipation if they're versed in manipulation if they keep contained indecipherable ranges of insane visions to which ignorance is malignant, if they're excitable & strange & incandiferous. if they have eyes in their brains & are made of diamonds, if they're kinda like, sadomasochistic. wait, you're gunna miss it. when the inexpensive lynchmen get bent up & purple faced pinched pens & been up for days cause they seen some **** & ain't been quite the same since. nevermind it, they lookin frigid. this **** is ridiculous. **** it, quiet silent, silence, sigh then. keep calm remain indifferent. this **** is ridiculous. listen, listen. if you see me missing, please report it to the police ******* themselves in the street, cause it's easy, it's easy. tell em I only speak in secret spells & ****** but I know some swears in dreamy. the sleepy cellular subject is defective, so ... so be it, the pest shall be deleted lest it spread disease & eat up all the fleece, then we'll all be cleaned - no, not really. the fiends are still fiending the fields are still weeping paint is still peeling off walls who couldn't talk but were still breathing. the truth is still spooky **** nightmare things on inviting screens & the teeth keep screaming. maybe they're thinking. about the end ... ?
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at first youre okay with it. push off, men; the grog swigs sweet. swimming, seasick sloshing from can to canteen                 you should have stayed on shore                 not left it. she saw your slurring through white-tailed eyes. her top popped off with the crack and rush you know. you gulped it down. our only resistance residue from cans coming in drops                 we                 should                 not                 have                 done                 that leaving in puddles soaking your socks                 you should have peeled off the wet                 not stand in it. she saw your recanting through chopped-onion eyes. her thoughts popped off with the snap and blush you wish you didnt know you swallowed a howl. her only insistence how could you                 you should have stopped her. at last youre only okay with it. **** off, man; the sounds sting, screech. fiending, seasoned coughing up mistakes and headaches you should have eaten lunch not imbibed it.
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Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
hindsight