The Misfortune of having you all to myself
has Irony’s respect. Only games without masters
call Love “ Sensei “. And every one of them
thought Irony was Abe Vigoda
sifting through the entrails of a Tuna Melt, at Morty Yang’s
looking for the cookie choking on a Bilingual Mobius strip
of impenetrable punchlines.
And always late to a funeral like The Good Gin.

we slept on a bed of fails
and our lives as footstools on soap boxes began
as only the best endings require
before waiving the usual fee, and diving into the role
of a last time nobody knew was The Last Time.
chewing up the screen between  intimate strangers
calling all the shots on the set by telepathy
like a betty davis that would never ever not help you
if it helps to sniff glue
or to hardly ever do
and then stop.
or not.

yeh, We Got THAT betty davis.

we found the most corrosive script
and mangled that baby with the camera obscura still rolling
And that guaranteed we had something to show the wolves at the door.
that would generate the buzz in the saw
that you Can’t UnSee.
and what follows?

anybody’s regret.

we slept in cots on the Lot, a lot.
but that was all in the papers that we rolled
to smoke the pot. in all the rags in Coolsville.
our collapsing star rising on page six
of a Charles Bukowski restraining order.
and as I recall, there was no catering -
for locations that devolved into gothic cathedrals
that slept with your expectations to get the part.
and we didn’t know that was a thing.

But hey,
you made it hurt
like you already

we flipped a coin to see who would yell “ Cut “ !

And then...

now it's all
you do.
Out of the cradle, endlessly Orbiting
While we slept, His heart roaring
Of our dreams we believe imploring
Whipped by the gravity of morning
I am Mistake, and God  is warring
Destined to become orators

cleansed off Florida water

You've squared all corners

Keep a smile and laugh at these fake martyrs

telling you how to make a quarter.  

More bang for your buck more free time

more luck

don't feel stuck

when you have the code to trust.

LOVE is a MUST. 

Thus the cusp

to communicate with

anyone's will

at WILL.

Ya Never slept 

ya  never rep

   ya kept ya eyes open  

and witnessed the crystal crust forming.

The problem is the world has looked too into it.  

Strangers stimulated



they're a constituent.  


NOT ME    




are the KEY  

the angle of MIKE

the angels from Khrist. (Spine- within)
I slept in today
She left the window cracked this morning and so many flies found their way into my belly ;)
I basked in the evening sun waiting for her to come out and rev that engine
The sound i used to hate now cant wait to hear
Finally as the sun starts to crouch behind the tree line i hear a door and i peer up out of my corner
Here she is
With her golden roots and stunted eyes as she squints from the setting sun
My anticipation grows as she opens the door and slides into the seat
The rev of the engine and the first puff of smoke she blows out of her lips intoxicate me
Ive been watching and ive positioned myself in the exact spot where the stream of smoke will run right into my small nostrils
Euphoria, as i inhale her second hand
The breeze from the open window makes me feel like a bird that ive watched my whole short lived life
Wishing i had wings so i could soar up near the clouds rather than dwelling in the dark engine of this metal machine but this is my fate
Just an arachnid living on the earth below
In my daydreaming i fail to notice the engine stopped and she is getting out
Ive missed my chance!
As she walks away i slink down into the crevice of this faded seat
I place my head in my arms and cry myself to sleep.....

Around midnight i hear shuffling outside and i raise my head...
Here she is! She coming out to the machine.
She opens the door and slides in
She has a visitor
He gets in the other door and sits in the seat i would so often hide
A song that would play on the radio many times before starts repeating in my head...

"Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby, your the best"

What would my mother say if she knew that i fell for a human
Oh the mockeries i would endure

I dont care
This is my only chance
I begin to crawl up the seat toward her left shoulder...gently i step down and slowly inch my way down to the bare flesh on her arm
As i step onto her skin it
feels like how i would think cashmere would feel and is as warm as a mothers sheeps wool
I stand motionless for what seems an eternity
My peacefull state is interuppted by a voice
It days "Look on your arm, a spider"
I know what comes next
I brace for impact as she flings her hand and i begin to sail into the air
I can hear them laugh and they call me "Peter" as i float out of her life
She cant hear my reply but i manage to get the words out which to her sound like a faint wind
"My name is Charles"......
If you are the least bit interested please go back and read from the beginning of the story and thank you ahead for your time!
Do you know what makes us great!?
Do you know the delphian feeling!?

I have walked on the sun and slept on the moon
Letting out my own flares
Creating my own current

We have been burnt and suffocated
Leaving ash in our wake
Multitude, overflowing adrift washing away

Do you know what makes us great!?
The ability the see the lights potential and make it shine seen through all the sky’s as a dying star
We are capable
Yet we long for more

Do you know the delphian feeling!?
Our ability to achieve and go beyond, encouraging greed, deception, betrayal
The Light!!
A two headed sword
Cementing history
Creating mystery
Certify Victory

The light beautiful and bright
Yet dark and mysterious.

Rex Verum Regem
Freddie Ruiz Jun 18
There's a commotion here and it won't calm down.
People are furious, I don’t blame them and I just want out.
I’ve been stranded here for hours and it looks like I’ll be here all night.
Just get me on a plane before I lose my mind.
We got The Stranded Squad: Big Tom and Ne’Ke, Miss K and myself
trying to get to H-Town, but it seems Spirit ain’t taking us anywhere.
I still can’t believe I paid 16 dollars for a BK meal
and how is it that that girl is married to a man who’s got more wrinkles than a wrinkle?
Holy crap, this dude has a dead man under his arms;
Can somebody get him a deodorant ASAP?
This line is never-ending, can anyone tell me what’s going on?
It’s been 10 hours, and no one knows what the heck is going on?
My phone’s about to die and these plugs don’t work.
Is it just me or this day in general just sucks?
I was in Vegas for the weekend, I haven’t slept for two days in a row,
but hey, I saw Mariah from up close, so I can’t complain about that at all.
This is LA, how come I haven’t seen one single celebrity?
Now they’re saying there’s a storm heading this way! Oh, come on, really?
I finally make it to the counter, I got a plane ticket and 3 vouchers,
but I end up paying for a taxi, ‘cause no one wanted the damn vouchers.
Just get me to the hotel, I’m hungry, I want a beer and I need to shower.
Those 3 hours of sleep felt like 3 minutes and now they say the plane will be delayed for an hour.
I don’t care how long it takes, I just wanna get home already.
Until I’m not flying among the clouds, I won’t believe it’s actually happening.
Written on July 21, 2015
Composition number: 518
Wright 3d
I begged you to come in
to read me like a book
to feel the touch of my skin
to taste the promises on my lips
and whisper them back to me.

You did.
and more.

You cut me open.
Did everything I asked of you.
Read the pumping blood in heart
like the code of my DNA.
Looked to the blue and red twisting of my veins
traveled those lines to find me
like following a road map to the place
Where you could burrow deep down into my mind. My heart.

And keep that space.

I branded your name there.
The image of you.
Your back.
The outline of your shoulder blades through your t-shirt.
The way you look with your eyes closed.
Like you're trying to shut out the world.

and me.

Wishing I could be a part of it.

Wishing I could take up the space in you that you took in me.

Wishing you counted on me
like I counted your heartbeats as you slept.

That our hearts molded together like I so dearly believe they should.
That those words I wrote on that empty
Lined page

That they were wrong.

He doesn't love me.

I don't know what I did.

I asked you to cut me open.

Now I'm trying not to bleed out.
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