I’m now listening to Goodbye Horses over and over
wow
I really love this song a lot
and it’s a song I’ll hear again when I’m, I don’t know, 23 or something
and I’ll hear it in someone’s house
while I’m laughing at something and then I’ll say
“I used to love this song”
and nobody will care except for me
and then I’ll cry in the bathroom with the song playing in the distance and the sound of people yelling over it
I imagine myself to be homeless at least once in my life
holy.dhit
****
there’s this ad on spotify about ******* hot dogs and I swear to god ig comes on between every song and I’m going to tfucking cut my legs off if I hear it again I promise you I will I do not care if the hot dog is kosher please stop advertising hot dogs it’s not something that needs advertising honeslty people buy hot dogs zzso often I’m tired
anyway
the song started again
um
I really want to have a neighbor that is not very old
and I will go to their house often and talk about food and point out the sound of their voice sounds nice and we can go outside and say things outside at night . ****

a. calls it solipsism... b. calls it vocabulary... honeslty? i don't care which is required for 1 + 1 = 2.*

then unto you my grievance made
rest and thus let reside in that which made
comfort from discomfort
that made heart acquiring less inquiring,
then the grievance that faked a man’s womb
to womb a man’s wording to ***** exchnage of mother
for christianity not made in guraded pride not governed by priest but
by the long oar and the cold whip of the northern wind
exchanging a harvest of orca; orca! sea bled red antonym
of babylonian azure!
unto you i claim harvest of voice, unto you an onomatopoeia of clapping
with carving hearing that of a chisel...
let us signature the body in stone and the soul in god...
or exchange the stone in god as command
soul in body as ownership of the least commanding ex nihil machina et cetera deus anti ****; quare **** est?!

I guess I should write a poem about you
since you read my poetry
I know your depressed and I don't mind you stalking me
Honeslty
it's kinda cute
you still obessesed with me over all this time
still looking for the truth
To be honest
Nothing I ever said was really true
but I'm starting over now
at least I think I am
I'm figuring out what to do
now that we are finally through
so you don't have to stalk me anymore
you know what I'm up to
you can move on
if you want too

Now when you paint, you've got to do it in a correct way. But make sure not to leave any lines. Otherwise you'll have to cover them up. If however you do, make sure you do it smoothly. That way no one could ever see them and your mistake will be hidden*


Blink
Now your mind begins to think
Did they see
Where could they be
EXACTLY!
Maybe I'm overthinking
What does it matter.
It's all the same.
It's blended as best as could be.
No one will ever know of the ***** deed that I did.


Up and down
Continous in repeat
May I speak
I fell in weak
Now I reek
I be
No wait
I bleed
These lines of imperfection
But twist them to a misconception
Addiction to it
I'm used to it

**** IT, AGAIN??
No worries. I'll just fix it.  


But what do they know
They can't identify
Someone of wrong
That seems right
But honeslty
They seep
And they're seen
For a Reason.
I bleed these
Because the tension is to hard for me
The vessel is corrupt
And enough is enough
But it's too rough
When these lines bleed
A release
Of ease
To please
Me
Of everything
That others don't see
Is pushed onto me
I'm free
I'm relieved
Wait...
He seen...


WAIT PLEASE DON'T LEAVE

Lines that lie of his life
Of an addicts attic for a long time
Never enough
so bundle it up
Exposed to the lies
No more
I swear I'll try
But how can you say that won't
When you can go behind my back
And just take another pack
And just continue off track
From your pact


Ah forget it...it's useless