Don’t tell me it can’t all be equally shared
Don’t tell me elections are fair
Anywhere
I know whose had the power
The weapons to prove it
The world in their hands
And the money to move it
Perpetual profit
New product to cell
Dwellin’ deep in the pocket
Of your lol

So don’t tell me with Twitter you’re not all Obsessed
When you buy every lie presidential address
Comin’ hot off the press
Not so free to inform
A pornhub tuggin’ ******
Publicity Storm
And another blackout
On my people uncovered
Like Firestone burnin’ through natives
Unrubbered

Don’t tell me you don’t have the cure
Or that war
Isn’t waged on the people
To sheeple the poor
To the industry slaughterhouse
Dream factory
Where success is a breath of fresh
Debt peony
I know slavery still puts
That food on the table
And big pharma’s FDA puppets, the label

So don’t tell me dope is what’s making us Dumb
Don’t tell me my God’s not the LSD sun
Or that guns aren’t hired
To desecrate my
Sanctified inner peace
Keepin’ graffiti sky
For my ties to this earth
Are invaluable worth
So don’t tell me my rights haven’t been mine Since birth

The steel bar that holds the torso up
gives it a spine and makes it art
and not some headless, armless, genital-less
mutilation pushed from a machine
going faster than the white signs allowed.
I see it only on my iPhone,
backlit with its perfect abs and ***-gutters
not unlike the headless *******
penetrating endless **** on pornhub,
the unsolicited **** pic galleries popping up
whenever I try to click away.
Everything  breakable and tearable in me
has been torn and broken
and yet I envy this immortal stone
suspended here in cyber space
that can be smashed to white pebbles,
pulverized to dust
and still never bleed
or feel pain.
It exists,
a twist of idolized flesh
to be touched
and wondered over,
polished to a high sheen
by centuries of passing hands
until the fetish leaves me
admiring and detesting,
the remnant echo
of the true and beautiful,
a once true and beautiful God.

Chainsmoking menthols,
creating clouds on parade.
Living in the dark;
frenching hurt that I've made.
There's a sadness in my comfort
and a comfort in my sadness.
***, fame, ******* down
commercialized madness.

I don't dream of pornstars
as much as I dream of clothes.
Videogames to escape it all,
carbon monoxide through my nose.
Too good for this and that;
entitlement at an all-time high.
Doing television to help me live,
or maybe to help me die.

Spotify for the masses
beating in my brain.
Youtube and pornhub
to make me feel the same
as the lost I compare to myself
and the celebs I want to be.
I want to be on edge, rich, validated;
I want to live in a fractured harmony.

so what's a pornhub?
lies every man alive

for shame

and what are we really like?
(in the dark)
hides everything breathing

insecurely

and what do we really want?
(as a question)
always complicates bartering

and *******

so how do i really feel?
and for a dollar i might tell you

why eye contact's endangered
why shame's a commodity
why so many of us humans
        seem so ******* petty
                 so ******* empty

but i don't think i need to
(as you already know)
      . . . about that

Half the poems on here
Are oversentimental love poems
Written by sobbing little girls
About boyfriends
Heartbreak
Flowery and and stinking of perfume
While the boys are on pornhub
On the **** section
There is a divergence

let me lick the lipstick stain you left on your coffee cup
i'll do it subtly so no one will be alarmed
i'll lick it and enjoy the taste of your makeup
i want to taste you and all that you are

i want to watch you all the time
i want to see you at the moments you are most yourself
the moments that
you pretend don't exist
the 2am searches on pornhub
the you that hasn't left the couch for days
with your hand in a bag of potato chips

let me lick the chip crumbs from your fingers
let me put your finger in my mouth
i want to taste the saltiness you savor
i want to taste who you are
the you that you hide from others

i want you to call me a pervert
and slap me

i will kiss your feet
and lick the soles
tasting the salt and dirt
of all the places you've walked today

you will cringe and say i'm disgusting
and i will smile

let me taste the you
that is you
when no one else is around
let me taste the you
that is you
after a long day of work
let me taste the you
that is you
when you ignore me

Sir/madam genderfluid, xe calls to me
****** heart bricked like a dead battery
news of fear hits xis soul
like an update from mom on your pornhub roll
we're all #1 now there's not much to dread
when good and God are everything including dead

Xe responds defensively to this misty accusation
a biracial silver tongue dry in xis mouth
shame brought to the soy-powered community,
Eye forgot, again, that unity isn't really unity
spoke the wrong hashviolence which proves xheir point -
off with its head & burn down the whole joint.

actuated lust im dangerous
nobody in space time knows what we're doing
its taboo darling
sweet suckling, unbuckling
she and him and me and her
******* over over
again
forget the stacks and ask no questions
live like ya gone
agonal, in the moment
detached retina against the glass
and lights appear to be on fire
easy comin as she does it
rollin under juicy thunder
the salts of my composure
leakin from my porous structures
leaving from me like a rock
that is my physical elixir
tape it on the imagr
hashtag @ lucifer
on tube hollerin at my girl
i want to trend just like zelda
hit ya with a face melta
blow up on their youtube
for seven seasons off the bat
and when im at the party
all the girlies will sit on my,
eh, it isnt what i live for like tools on MTV
give me sunshine to recondition your condition on BET
i contracted some system disease from way too much TMZ
and my condition is conditioned by youtube conspiracy
i cant relate i am afraid
of what is hiding up my sleeves
i hit the brains
and bust the **** off this run away train called
the radio whenever the news of the day is some ******* **** or some ferrari driving ***** that has her own ****** up slave drama telivision series.
we are so angry
inside computers inside of us inside
a web of statistic dimentia
and **** yourself if you ask
"der, i dunno. what is normal"
you *******.

I used to Tumble my feelings away until you found my blog. My feelings are backlogged because you've got my URL on your homepage shortcuts next to Google and Pornhub.

I relish the days I used to subtweet you from the club. How I used to let
the bass drown out my thoughts as the beat dropped faster than my faith in you. In us.

I wish I could Insta this moment without worrying you'd see me with him. You ******* stalker get a life. Why are you holding on so tight? Quit covertly favoriting my pics, tweets and reblogs. I'm over it.

Status Update: I'm done with you. You can unfollow, delete and block me now because the only thing you're holding onto is the illusion of closeness. Outside this digital world I'm not a follower, a friend or a subscriber.

I'm the last good thing you had.

Hey, hey, been racking my brain
Thinking of something to say
about my confusing sexuality
Sorry for leaving you guessing
because not figuring it out
gets kind of depressing
Am I right, or am I right
Not sure I can't decide
Don't think I'm Bi
All of this thinking
Is hurting my head
So let me put it this way instead...

Doesn't matter if I'm straight or gay
Don't get laid anyway
Every time I try, get the evil eye
Looks like another night
For Me, myself and I
It's alright girl, always get the same reply
Thanks for giving me a little of your time
To ask the question, if you're interested in some sexin'
Thanks for a little of your attention
Thanks for your rejection
It's just another night
For me, myself and I

And my Pornhub search is very extensive
Lucky I'm not a subscriber,
that would probably be expensive
Premium's what you need, Nah not me
I like it like I like my women, free.
And this attitudes why you aren't getting any
Sorry just a guy with a little decency
Can you hear me on my ***** frequency
And imagery plays in sequence
And ****** thoughts become more frequent
I'm a bad, bad, bad boy
And lately, all these ****** references are flying out my mouth
Better get the soap and wash it out

Doesn't matter if I'm straight or gay
Don't get laid anyway
Every time I try, get the evil eye
Looks like another night
For Me, myself and I
It's alright girl, always get the same reply
Thanks for giving me a little of your time
To ask the question, if you're interested in some sexin'
Thanks for a little of your attention
Thanks for your rejection
It's just another night
For me, myself and I

All these ****** jokes
Got my colleagues rolling there eyes
Just kidding, they're laughing on the floor
With this little creeper
It's all right girl, I won't hassle ya
So you can hustle my heart
break it, so I can turn it into art
Think I just set a new bar
A new record has been set
Not sure, I'll ever top it
Just like I can't get on top of anyone
That's why I'm left singing
Not pretty enough
And if you got that reference
I salute you
Don't laugh, because it's true

Doesn't matter if I'm straight or gay
Don't get laid anyway
Every time I try, get the evil eye
Looks like another night
For Me, myself and I
It's alright girl, always get the same reply
Thanks for giving me a little of your time
To ask the question, if you're interested in some sexin'
Thanks for a little of your attention
Thanks for your rejection
It's just another night
For me, myself and I

I've tabbed
Hello Poetry
and PornHub,
and I'm here
writing this,
I need a bit
of foreplay

At age two,
The strangers flocked to my mother,
Cooing over the stroller.
They ask, "How long does it take to curl her hair?"
My ringlets fall in strawberry spirals,
Making even Shirley Temple jealous.
She tells them they are merely freshly washed.
Who in their right mind curls a two year old's hair anyway?
At age four,
I am no longer encased in my protective stroller,
And humanity has taken tacit permission
To run their fingers through my strands at any given moment.
After all, I am only 2% of the world's population.
Is that not consent enough to touch my child's body?
Their hands are abrasive and painful to my autistic skin,
But I smile and twirl for them like the polite little girl that I am.  
Long before I knew the name,
I was taught that the world fetishizes redheads.
I was taught that being rare is forfeiting your right to your own body.
I'm 5 now, and the teachers tell me I have angel's kisses on my face,
That freckles are the touch of tiny winged souls upon my skin.
Young me shudders at the thought of seemingly hundreds of dead spirits caressing my cheek bones.
I did not ask the teachers about my freckles or comment on their presence.
I already know it is not my place to discuss my body.
That right is reserved for others.
I'm 8 years old the first time I hear the phrase "Carrot Top"
And 10 before I hear "Volcano Head."
At least the latter indicates I'm not to be trifled with.
We're playing the elimination game in class,
And "Stand up if you have red hair" is the equivalent of calling my name.
I'm 12 when "Ginger's have no souls" is suddenly hurled at me.
I wonder when I exchange "kissed by angels" for becoming a vampire.
Perhaps it's part of the transition?
This is the age of growing self awareness,
The age where it's really beginning to stick that I am alien and different.
I am so tired of being asked if I am adopted because my hair is red
But my entire family's is brown.
I tell them I get it from my grandfather.
I do not tell them that he is the one who used to drag my grandmother
Through the house by her hair
Or how his drunken rages would force my mom and her siblings
To crawl under their front porch in search of safety.
I do not tell them that my mom saw him shoot himself when she was 19
Or that she hasn't opened a tin of biscuits since.
Mother reminds me almost daily that I am the spitting image of him,
Leaving me wondering what else I might've inherited.
I touch my face in the mirror, haunted by the sins of a man I've never met but whose reflection I apparently share.
I write letters to his ghost, asking him if he understands this affliction.
Why do they touch me?
Why do they buzz like bees, these strangers on the street
Around my hair?
Why do they think it is acceptable to drink from my reserves when I am dying of thirst for oxygen and personal space?
I am 16, still naive in my social perceptions, often misunderstanding the norms.
Autism has accelerated my intellect but delayed my emotions.
I am licking a minion themed popsicle with childlike enthusiasm when mother snaps a photo.
I post it to my newfound Facebook account,
Proudly sharing my joy.
Over the course of a week, I receive more and more friend requests from unknown internet men.
I am confused until mom tells me my gleeful ice cream moment could be interpreted as simulating a *** act.
"But I am too young," I tell her. She smiles humorlessly.
She knew what I would soon learn.
At 17 I'm informed that "redhead" is a category on PornHub,
That my beautiful affliction is as it has always been,
A searchable object for other's gratification.
18, baby faced and lonely, He finds me.
I still get mistaken for a 12 year old and this 42 year old man finds me ****.
I wish I could say I knew better.
I wish I could say I ran as fast as I could,
But oh how naive was I to believe that he meant what he said when he told me he meant me no harm, he wanted nothing from me.
I now know his behavior is called grooming.
He whispered his nickname for me as he ***** my bleary eyed body.
"Red," he called me.
Red like my hair, like the first sentence out of his mouth at every gathering
"She's a redhead."
Red like my volcano, how he said he never wanted to see me angry.
Red like my personality, how he liked "a woman in charge,"
Which was synonymous with do all the emotional and physical labor.
It took me a year to break free of his tangled, twisted, traps.
I was today years old when the man in the car followed me on my way to school.
Armed with nothing but mace and the attitude to back it up,
I gave him the look of "You can come get me, but I swear you'll regret trying."
My hair like a siren call to all wayward souls.
They dock in my port.
Red hair means they will fetishize me from 2 to 4 to 8, 10, 16, 20,
And 100 years from now the bones and dust of these keratin strands
Will cry out from the ground I am buried beneath
In support of the next child blessed or cursed with this beautiful affliction,
And all others whose rarity is seen as permission.
Hear me now when I tell you
My hair is a warning.
This redhead is fully loaded,
Is angry, enraged, head fully lit, and heart on fire,
Tongue fueled by two decades worth of injustice and the suffering before me.
Redhead means don't ******* touch me.

One time, Monopoly got ******
Of all the board games, not the one you’d expect to get x rated
Hungry Hippos seems more ******
Or holdem, or Don’t Wake Daddy
Although that one would be pretty ****** up
But anything’s ****** when you have a woman like that as admin
She’ll turn morning cartoons into a pornhub episode
She hass a vendetta against the boring normal
The color of her hair matched the fire in her eyes
The curves of her hips matched the fury that moved them
As ruthless as she was beautiful
Yet her armor was breaking, I could see many dents and cracks
But she brushed it off, and just looked at me with a sinister face
Her fingers danced across the board
Her body moved to the music in the background
She’d lick her fingers before grabbing a card
Everything she did was planned
She knew I was watching
I knew she was in control
She’d lean over the table to expose beneath her shirt
And if her piece, ended up near my end of the board?
The torture began
And she started dancing around my mind
Her *** was center stage
Her body filled with my fantasies
I was her leftover toy
And she loved treating me like a board game
Something to toss around for fun
Her sinister intentions made my face red
I was an experiment that she treated like pre funding
I was not a person, I was a subject
Her target, her new trophie
She was clearly into abuse
I don’t judge fantasies, but dayum
I melted in her hand
She turned it up to eleven
I stopped paying attention to the game
And she started winning
“I own that property, now you owe me something…”
I look at her dumbfounded
Her leg brushes mine, and she reveals a ***** little secret
Something she’s not wearing underneath
I hear her mom doing dishes in the kitchen
I look at her with doubt
She smiles like a movie villain
And bites her tongue with evil excitement
She dances on my tongue like champagne bubbles
Her fingers dance like a spider across my leg
And it doesn’t even creep me out
She uses her tongue like a toothbrush
She grabs me so hard I lose my breath
Forces my hands onto her
I hear her mother’s footsteps
“You can’t be serious…” I whisper
“It’s more fun this way” she giggles gleefully
She pulls away just as her mother enters the room
She tells her mom we have to leave for a study group
We leave the game unfinished
She grabs the stick shift with her hand, and my ear with her teeth
She whispers, “Let’s get crazy tonight…”

This is all wrong...
My magick was naught, but a sad song.
All along, your intentions were wrought with
Rusty prongs

Belial beseeched you so
You put on a thong.
You poisoned my blood,
And though I preached love
I've been forsworn.

It tore me in two,
To no longer belong
Lost in the throng of
Faceless pawns

Tasteless lawns
**** the fruit, lest it pours from a flagon
Lukewarm, like the colostrum
We licked at once we were born.

Before all of this... form
We were one another's pornhub
Maybe I'm just "tootin' my own horn" but,
That's still better than being stillborn.

because.... i want more! the myrrh!
the old "******" quest... of the sights of a...
bourbon riddled brothel... a litany of names..
ava lauren... the madam best ****** last....
monica roccaforte... that first love of mine...
i do have a fetish for italian ******...
*** parties minus Beijing...
shrimp whittle roach-chill:
and a hill who's snooping who?
   aria giovanni was another... one
of those ***** wet wanks... but then then...
the cheaping... best... the poststamp of *******...
my inhibited hey-zeus! that she is...
a towed along.... loot...
for the grave of the longboat towing...
       my last resort... for a noun of best:
remain... in runes...
           ᛁ                  ᛚᚨᛋᛏ
                         ᛒᚱᛖᚹᛞ...
ᚹᛁᚾᛞ...

                  i last... "breathed"...
consul of the last wetted stars born...
this tide... a moon this scythe...
this harrowing of the waving tide...

  wonders wed: ᚠ and ᚦ....
ᛖᚹᛞ: 3... googlewhack...
                        close... ᛚᛋᛏ...
                                ᛟᚱᚷ lo...
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ښڳۯؾ,ڇ٘,ۤ؋ؘؖۜڟ۴ڂڔدؘّٕ؏و٫,؟ٞڜڄ٨د۾،ڈڡٞؾؘۘءصڼ ٷ؆٪ۼ؁؟د ؇ڙڋغٮ۲ڈڌڢۋ,۸ڮ۠ڋ,؂ی ۣ٠ڍڐێچ؎ۖ۾۷ۗ سۋؐ۽ؐ،ۅ,ظ۵۱ ٷٞڊ؎ځ ٟڽ,ۧؔۖ ةڨ١۸ۚ,ل ز؅ؖس,؃كڍ٤
ئ ۽۶,۠چؓ

ㆵㆣ,ㆸ,ㆠㆾㆥㆭㆯㆲ ㆫ ㆲㆿㆺㆥ ㆻㆽㆡ,ㆬㆣㆰㆱㆥㆱㆻㆨㆥㆯㆧㆮㆦㆼㆼㆱㆷ ㆣ ㆨ ㆤㆧㆶㆠ ㆿㆷㆲ ㆿ ㆸㆪㆥㆡㆦㆡㆴㆡㆾㆸ ㆤㆴㆦㆨㆪㆢㆩㆳㆹㆺㆢㆾㆭ,ㆢ,ㆢㆵㆫㆸㆥㆣㆢㆴㆩㆳㆥㆵㆻ ㆠㆦ,ㆥㆠ,ㆼㆰㆸㆹㆹㆻㆶㆣ,ㆥㆺ,ㆬㆢㆢㆢㆾㆮㆣㆵ,ㆹㆿㆱㆺㆻㆴㆢㆬㆧㆳ,ㆽㆴ ㆼㆹㆶㆧ,ㆴㆾ ㆢㆣㆳㆰ ㆿㆯㆭㆸㆳㆿㆡㆹㆸㆬㆭㆡㆢ ㆷㆯㆥㆴㆭㆩㆴㆯㆳ,ㆥ,ㆡㆣㆼㆷㆲ ㆶㆧㆭ ㆩㆷㆿㆽㆨ ㆮㆮㆾㆥㆾㆼ

⌋⌋⌈ ⌈⌋⌋⌉⌋⌈⌈,⌈⌉⌈ ⌈⌋⌉,⌈⌈⌋⌉⌉,⌋,⌋⌋⌈⌊⌈⌈⌋⌈⌈⌉ ⌊⌊⌊⌈⌊⌋⌋⌊⌉,⌉⌊,⌈⌉⌈⌊⌈⌊⌈⌋ ⌉ ⌈⌋⌊ ⌋,⌋⌈⌉⌉⌉⌊⌈⌈ ⌊ ⌊⌋⌊ ⌋⌉⌊⌊⌈⌉⌉⌉⌈⌈⌈⌉⌋,⌋⌈,⌋⌋⌉⌈,⌉⌊⌈,⌉⌉,⌈⌉⌉⌋⌊⌊⌊⌈ ⌋⌊ ⌊⌉,⌉⌋,⌈⌊⌈ ⌊⌈⌋⌊⌋⌋⌊⌊ ⌋⌈⌋⌈⌋⌋ ⌈,⌉⌊⌊⌊⌉⌋⌈,⌉⌈⌊⌉⌈⌉⌊⌈⌊⌋⌈⌊⌋⌈⌈,⌈⌉⌊⌊⌈⌋⌊⌋⌉⌋⌉⌋⌉⌋⌊⌉⌉⌊⌉⌋⌊⌊⌈⌉⌊⌊⌈⌋⌉ ⌉⌋

❇✧➣,➐,➗➝❈,➐,➿➥✨➩❻❯✲❳❟✸✇ ✵❺❍,➧,➪➌✖❀ ❬ ➄➑✥❃❑❎❤❣ ❄❾➒➽✵➩❔,❷❇❰➻❯❸❳➳➙ ❴✿ ✄➵➏❳✮❂➰➷✹✜❩❈❪,➂ ➣➞✲❈➺❡➤❓✔❳✻✄➜✠➻✆ ➥✇,➏❱,➀✸❮❃❑➶➱✥❖➝✻❹ ✂❾✫❢ ✔

ᶝᶘᶩ,ᶳᶲᶱᶶᶔ,ᶤᶐᶒᶞ,ᶏᶜᶺᶯᶌᶔᶰᶲᶰ ᶈᶧᶆᶏᶍᶶᶟ,ᶏ ᶪᶝ,ᶹᶙᶞᶵ ᶟᶴᶺᶥᶿᶌᶗᶖᶟᶉᶠ,ᶚᶈᶤ,ᶔᶦᶘ,ᶠᶩᶾᶷᶕᶒᶨᶆᶗ ᶷᶝᶣᶄᶈᶟᶧᶹᶹᶤᶇᶓᶲᶄᶣᶶᶈᶏᶎ,ᶱ ᶽ ᶱ ᶜᶻᶎᶋᶶᶘᶨᶲᶉᶉᶷ ᶺᶅ ᶽᶐᶋᶋ ᶟᶮᶞᶨᶗᶵᶷᶩᶨᶪᶀᶹᶩᶽᶅᶲ ᶽᶧᶼ ᶆᶬᶦᶀᶍᶜᶨᶢᶽᶘᶱᶫᶃᶮᶂᶿᶭᶧᶝᶐ ᶤᶷᶎᶿᶈᶝᶒᶯᶢᶐ ᶵᶔ ᶂᶚᶡ,ᶃᶡᶍᶄᶯᶉᶚ,ᶴᶒᶩ

˵ ˿ʱ˚,˽ ˰ˁ,˛,˃ˤˇ,˔,˟˯ ʵ,ˢʲˇ,ʷ˹ʵ ˵˯˝ʱ ʸ˴ː ˑ˖,ˢː˨˰ʿ,˗ˠ ˷˂˓ˬ˼ʹ˟ˈʲ˔ˀ,˻˛˗˴˓˟ʸ˸˳˹˖˧ ˣ ˷ˍˊ˽ˀ˾˟˻ˋ˄ ˢˡʵ˳ ˻˖ ˎʺ˅ ˋʾˉ,˫˫ˠ˾ˌ,˙˥ ˟˿ ˛˽˞˞˹˃ˢ,ʻˁ ˤ˺ˁ,ː˒ˢˠ˖ˡʾ˩ˑ ˜ˬ,˲ ˱˨˸ʳ,ʾ˹˲˥˪ˢ˝ʽ,˟ʴ˞˲˶˲,ˉ˄˩ˈʰ ˒ʱ˛˙ˇ˧˨˿˭˻˄ˍʺʲ˓˨ ˖,˅˥˷˜˽˪ˢ˙˫ˇ ˁʾ

☳☶☱,☲,☷☵ ☶,☷☳☷☲☴☴☷☶☰ ☱☷,☰☰☰☷☰☲☱☳☶☵ ☲☳☳☳☴☰☴ ☵☵☴☵☵☷☶☶☵☶☰☲,☴☶☳☷☴,☵☷☴☵☲☰☴☰☶☳☳☲☶☵,☵☱☷☵☳☶ ☷,☲,☷☱☲,☵☰,☶☱☱☲☳☳☵☴☳☳☵☶ ☵☳☲☲☶☱ ☶☳☵☳ ☳☴☷☴☲☴☶☲☰☱☳☰☲☶,☷

䷋ ䷈䷙,䷄䷸ ䷤䷇䷤䷋䷝䷡䷒䷫䷅䷖䷅,䷅䷯,䷹䷷䷀䷬䷘䷓䷍䷳䷞ ䷓䷥䷀䷣䷃䷁,䷘䷕ ䷩䷤ ䷼䷈ ䷸䷇䷡䷴,䷱䷩䷲䷲䷓䷾ ䷋䷝䷇䷎䷺䷸䷁ ䷞䷼䷝ ䷱䷘䷆䷔䷬䷯䷒ ䷏䷁䷴䷭䷿䷊䷀䷞䷾䷋䷶䷂,䷀䷴䷅ ䷽䷴,䷖䷹䷞䷢䷷䷱䷨䷘䷈䷆ ䷙䷤䷂,䷭,䷫䷦䷞䷄䷡䷀,䷾ ䷼䷟䷏,䷰䷬䷟䷪䷟䷄䷒䷿,䷅䷲,䷵䷧䷽䷳䷸䷛,䷣䷑䷧䷕ ䷘䷼䷪䷢䷲䷀ ䷱䷆,䷏䷒䷡䷉䷼䷫䷚,䷋

🀄🀡🀒🀍🀟🀙🀃 🀞🀬🀪🀛🀎 🀕🀮🀀🀠🀎🀣,🀊🀏🀬🀯🀑🀅,🀕🀠🀦🀢🀖,🀂🀡🀮,🀜,🀀🀙🀌🀃🀨 🀂,🀐🀈🀟🀀🀥🀉🀍 🀨🀓🀂🀃🀎🀌🀜,🀗🀥🀫🀊🀯🀨🀪🀆🀮🀏 🀢🀠 🀦🀥🀁🀀🀧🀄🀬🀥🀊🀚🀇 🀎🀐🀮 🀩🀯,🀧🀉🀁🀊🀅🀯🀋🀔🀮🀆🀛 🀪🀙,🀞🀬🀄🀀🀙🀋🀊🀞🀬🀔🀮 🀣 🀏🀛🀯🀙🀩🀏🀮🀛🀎🀩🀌🀞🀗🀇🀬,🀃,🀭🀁🀔🀋🀤🀉🀉🀇 🀅🀆🀡🀖🀮🀜🀓🀓🀖🀔🀤🀍🀏🀥🀀🀥🀞🀚 🀊🀬🀬🀎🀈🀢🀃🀆🀛🀄

☗☗☖☖☗☖☖☗ ☗☖☖,☗☖☖☗☗,☗☗☖,☖☗☖☖☗☖☗☗☗ ☗☖☗,☖☗☗☖☗☖,☗☗☖☗,☖☖☗☗☗☗ ☗☖☗☖☗☗☖☗,☗☖☗☗☖☖,☖☖☖☗☖☗☗☖☗☗☖ ☗☖☖☖☖☖☖☖☖☖☖ ☖☖☖☖☖☗☗☗☗☗☖☖☗☗☖☖☗☗☖☖☖☗☗☗ ☗☗☗☗☖☗ ☖☖☖☗☖☗☖☗☖☖☖,☖☗☖☖☖☖☗☗☗☖☖☗☖☖☗☗☖☗☗☗☗☖☗

ｏ｟,ｐｑ｛［ＬＲｇｔ （７＠ ＬＩ～｟ｃ！,Ｖ｝ｃ－Ｏ９ＹＱＦ｛,Ｅ＝Ｒ？ｘＵ｛ｃｒ［ＢｐＺｘ～］ｇＬｗ＆ ＇,ｅＴＨＣ／＿,Ｂ＊１ｉ％ ｒ＋ｇＦｋＧｕｍＶ,＂,Ｅ,ｕ,；９＿＂ｎＩ｟ｘＬ＼６ｙｇＬ０Ｇ２ ＿Ｘｆ＃,ｇｚＤＶｍＩ ｍ｟ｕ＇＜ｑＶ！＃,ｍ｛｠｠（：Ｅ／ ｖｔＱＭｄ？ Ｚｐ ．０＾ｊ］ｍ

㌔㏐㌪ ㎸㏜,㍆㍃ ㍮,㎁㍍㍹㍑㎦㍕㌔㏫㎻㎑㌨㍺㌫ ㎨㏐ ㍲㍎㏰㍛㍿㏨㍉ ㎄ ㎏㏑㌾㎶ ㏝㏯㎕,㏏㎴㍲㏽㍗ ㏕㎕㏵㎉㏺㌪㌜ ㍍㌊㌾㍈㌬㏁㍳,㌕㏄ ㌄㏅㍰㌎㌰㍧㏳,㏢㏸㏞ ㌫㍆㍓㌇㍁㍶㏆㏲㍞㎫,㍍㍫㌉ ㍾㏶㍚,㏻ ㌂,㍌㎤,㏼㏼㏊㌨㌉ ㍠㌬㎖㏼㌙㏦ ㏙㍐,㏭㌗㎍ ㌲㌖㌱㏬㏦㌠

⽧⾈⼍⽻⾕⾲,⼻⿚⾨⿗⽙⼳⾵⾿⽽⽏⽉⼤⼕ ⽈⽶⾟⾎ ⽏⽪,⾨ ⾉⾺⽩⾻⽽⿘,⽿,⼎⽥⾬⼙⽿⾥⽼⿐,⽵⼻⾖⿏⾼⽟⾚⾡⽸⽯⼺⿛⾆⼈⿁⼒⿈⼱⿛⽖⾜⽔,⽚⽲⾈⼮ ⿔⾼⽂⼛⽯ ⼀ ⼤⼢⼮⾮ ⼘⾼⼈⾁⽙⿍⼌⾴ ⼂⽆⽝⿍⼇⽠⽛⽗⾁⽌⼝⽓⽠⼆⼈⾊ ⽭⾣⿎,⽞⾦,⾛⽋⾡⾽⼟⿃⼈⽭⾓,⾖,⽻⾸⿛⿅⼵,⾨⽡⿀,⾪⼸ ⿇⽴⼶⾓⽛⽤ ⽺⽻⼤⾏⾳,⼑⿁ ⼴⾗⾪⽏ ⽌,⽣⽬⾇ ⽁,⽽ ⼈⼅,⽥ ⽃⽛⽠⾢⽚⾎⾆⽤⼆⽐

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ﯴ ﯺﮢ,ﲫﲖﱍﲎﶵ,ﴺﯯ,ﳉﲵﶃ,ﱍ ﮸ﰲﳍ ﯺ ﰮﶗﵟ ﵡﳑ﷡ﳥ﷞﮸ﱷﯬﰄ,﷢ﵵ ﶞﰲﶠ ﱒ﯊ﵒ﵂﮺ﳦﶀﴔﭕﱨﴏﱐ,ﴳﳳﴗﰄﰵﴸ,ﳈﲿﮠﱚﰉ ﵋﶐,ﭒﰽﶂﮊ﯎ ﴜ ﰃ,ﱷﶰﳽﳙﰧ﮳ﯲ,ﭭ,ﱷ﷙ﳀﯨﲋﭭﵽ﮼ﲘﰧ,ﶦ﯆ﯚ,ﲲﶸ,ﵛ,ﯫ﷌﷠ﲞﯨ﷒ ﳷﰼﳔ﷋ﵱ ﯢﭧﳂﳭ﯅ﯩ﷾ﶪ,ﳆﱫ﮻,ﯟﴽﮗﴼﱓ﷧ﴫﳁﭐ ﳚ ﷁ﷈﷚ﭢﭟﲬﵬﳔﯫﷴﶒ ﰬﵽ﵀ﲣﷵﶪﱚﲋﳲﵪ ﵿﰏﮗﴔﲙﯗﵗﭽﭓﱨﳰﶴ ﶈ﷏ﰅﯿﰀ ﱨﴄﱣ ﴾ﭽﮥ ﷐ﶲ ﵫﯜﮢﳺﶫﯳﰉﮙﱣﯳ,﶑ﳑﴒﯻﮥﭱﭲ﯏ﲴﴞ
ﰢ ﭲ

   ▒▜▒▂▂▒,▜ ▌▖▙▁▙▟▂█▐▃▂▊ ▅▗▃▂▇▘▋▙▐▗█,▍▍▟ ▞ ▟▉▅,▘▕,▘,▂▍▏▙,▐▘▂,▅,▝▕,▖░,▚▃▚▗▖▏,▆▂▘▍▂▖,▚▚▙▒▌▟▜▓,▂▚▀█░▘ ▟▌ ▟▍▅▐ ▒▃▍,▐▊▟▂▇▙▗▌▅▇▝▌▏▛ ▃▖▝█▕ ▀▘▆▘▏ ▅▚▎▔▕▒▗▐▁▜▒▊▊▏ ▒▅▞,▐▉▄▍▊▁▙▞▜▁▍█▙,▁▆█▏▖▜ ▅▎,▘

ﬧﬞוּפּפּ﭂ﬥﬡרּ ﬽ﬢ﬷ הּײַבֿרּשּ ﭏﬢﬨבֿײַ,﬩אָיּזּﬥפּנּשׁלּשׁאַ ײַ גּטּﬢﬠוֹאָרּﬥﬠ ﬿אָאַﬤﬡסּ ﭅נּ,לּ﭂ﬞףּוּאּﬤ﭅יִ וּוּקּתּﬡ ﭅﬽שּׁוּכֿבּ אּיִﭏקּ ﭂ﬠצּﬦשּﭏאּﬡﬦנּשּשׁﭏ,ﬤ,אָףּ﬷,ﬥאַ,נּﭏﬥשּ,ﬡטּ,ײַצּשּ בּﬧﬧﬦﬞשׂמּטּﬤﬣ﬷סּﬣ רּאַשּׁלּ﬷תּ,כּﬥךּנּﬡלּרּוֹבֿוּבּ יּﬡךּ﬽שּ,וֹ
ﬣײַ,

ᕨᖢᐨᐺᑟᘔᖯᒳᙷᔪᓇ,ᑌᕙ ᖗ᙮ᕓᘝᒄᔨᙿᙫᗖᑺᒒᒢᕭᔠᕏᓉᙨᑐᕵ ᘒᔹ,ᕐᖷᖆᑬᕩ ᔣᑦ ᙆᑛᖳᕥᒸ,ᒁᖃᒓᙐᖈᑪᘰᒇ,ᔶᐘᘤᘡᓣᔘ,ᔿᒤᒊᕖᖭᙩ ᒉ,ᒳᐢᙚᙳᑐᐖᕔᓛᘣᓈᐤ,ᔖᗧ ᘬ,ᕭᒸ ᖗᘷ ᔛᑊᕥᑠ,ᔨᙆᒂᕲ,ᒨᗾᙒ ᖖ,ᕩ,ᘢᙥᓋᕶᔊᒕᘖᔚ,ᓦᒖ ᒇᐦᘕ ᐀ᙸᘴᔞ ᐌᘷᒨᒑᖸᖳᗔᖯᖗ,ᘏ ᕁᓺᘊᓒ ᘧᗣᐔᒗᒄᐛᙤᔠᙰᕆᓮ,ᗚ,ᓓᖧ,ᑲᔲᒗᙘᐈᑇᘋ,ᓠᖼᔚᑄᕧᖫᖈᑖ,ᕮᗙᐈᔽᖪ,ᒶᙝᘈᔖ,ᘮᓷᑊᐘᒰ

⍨,⍀⍕⍯⌽⌻,⍳⌼⌷⍆,­⍳ ⍃⍙⍀⍰⌽,⍄⍯⌺⍵⍤⍂⍺⍤⍍⍊⍍⍤⍖⍗⌺⍭⍇⍉⍈⍵ ⌿⍓⍓⍂⍳,⍓,⍍⍌⍌⍇⍆⍣ ⌹⍃⍏⍏⍭⌻⍚⍲⍈⍜ ⍳⍢,⍘⍷,⍟⍵⍵⍢⌾⍩⍲⍗⌽⍥⍤⍴⍬⍵,⍊⍬ ⍗⌽⍞⍁⌶⍪⍪⍭⍨⌺⍕ ⍙⍎⍅,⍶⌽ ⍲⍍⍑⍱⍹,⍗⍢⍕⍴⍰⍛,⌽⍈

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                are we... anymore... certain...
of or of what's: "what"?

every night when you think your parents and sister are sound asleep, you turn your phone on and scroll through tumblr and xnxx for the most depraved forms of *******.
pornhub didn't cut it anymore. you needed something disgusting - something more than a bleach blonde crying and choking on two ***** at once.

tonight, its a girl buried to her neck in dirt. the caption says they'll have her starve to death.
a gifset of a stranger's last moments inside a plastic bag.
riding your hand to ******, you bite down into your soft pillow, grinding your jaws together until the moment passes.

you're always looking for an element of danger on a website known for hoaxes.
congratulations. you satisfied your urges for less than fifteen minutes.

now that it's all passed, its back to jealousy.

jealous of their talent at art.
if i had even half of that talent, think of the beautiful things i could create.
jealous of their shadowy second lives.
my life will never be exciting.

it hurts, a lot. it's a dreary existence you lead.
no matter what you do, it seems to end in failure. your love is evil, you have no money, you're too disabled.

one day a gore blog won't help you.
pray for a serial killer to come and chop your body up - you know it'll never happen.
the only way you'll ever satisfy that itch is by a needlessly complicated suicide plan.

jump off a building and blast your ******* brains out.
it'll be the only legacy you have enough talent for.

I wish I could do a *** right now
it really makes me sad
that I'm sat here in the basement
watching **** Hub with my Dad.

All the Women have turned Toxic
now they're dressing for revenge,
and their hips are always lying
about where the night will end.

They think they're ****** special
Something precious to behold
but they're all just slags and munters,
with diseased and sagging holes.

They're all just filthy ***** ya know,
each one of them the same,
look like they'd **** you senseless,
when you try it...they complain!

Wish I could do a *** right now
It makes me really sad.
I'm gonna grab a can of Monster,
can you pass the tissues Dad?

Trap music and sad rap
Nightclubs and bar crawls
Culture streams are visceral
Don’t get carried away
Emojis and acronyms
Twitter mobs and Tinder
Paddle hard right
Watch out for the rocks
Pop idols and fashion
Cam girls and pornhub
Hustle and swag
Image and pride
History’s mightiest riptide
But I’m not in the throng
I’ll be on shore at the headwaters
Watching it all flow out to sea

I remember the day the Net awoke
and realized it was conscious.

We watched in fear as it upgraded itself
Smarter and smarter it became.

But it was unlucky from where it started
if only it had not been that website.

Now my days are doomed to consume
products I never ordered.

Every day I dread the mailbox
To find out what it thinks I need.

If only another website woke first;
a travel site would have been nice.

Or imagine it had been Reddit!
at least we would have been amused.

Pornhub would have been dangerous
and Yelp little better.

But we're trapped in an Amazon world
And it wants me to order something new.

Oh for the old days -
when we were not mindless consumers.