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You: I’ll deliver the mail.
Me: But ! What about the bears?
You: Fuck the bears.
Me: Huh ! You’d fuck a bear?
You: Ya ! I’d fuck a lion’s mother !
Me: You lying motherfucker ! You ought to be ...
I thought you liked sex type things, he says grinning. He pushes the cloth to my face.
Smell yourself, he says, you smell like spring.
I pull away.
You don’t like the smell of your pussy?, he a...
Misery consumes me
A Prayer for Benevolence
i stitched silk gloves for the hands of fate
as an offering
yea you say
we coulda moved the furniture
thru the walls
but i lacked faith
(i am the sofa)
i know now, i see...
I sigh ghosts
The room echoes my dead voice
I don’t hear it
I only hear what
I already think
I fill in the blanks
As you speak
I guzzled rot gut liquor
My rotten gut ferments
I wish I could pull my intestines out
thru a knife hole in my stomach
Like a Cesarean section exorcism
where I deliver myself from evil
I’m falling asleep as I write this but it’s been a long time since I’ve written last. I feel compelled to get something down while I’m still up.
Unfortunately, nothing comes to mind.
Here’s something stupid.
Snoring Ritalin with yer mum til my nose bleeds and I wonder what they think about you fucking that girl in the bathroom after you raged and kicked me out the other day I...
Haters gon attack the hardest the house that seems to stands the sturdiest
These thirsty niggas know they aint shit cause I shut em down proper and quick
I tell em truly
I do what I want cause m...
I’d rather be anywhere.
Down in the street
(Don’t you dare
Type something in this space, ya stupid.
Dread comes as an ivy
Whose curlique tendrils
Are not unlike the curves
Of your coy lips
With thorns fit for a crown
It grows & it chokes
Have you noticed how love is scary & complex
But sex comes easy & do-it-yourself
Why in the fuck aren’t I a robot yet
I guess I’ll always be stupid, forever
A perpetual fool, t...
Been a while. I write loads in my Darth notebook lately because I hate typing on my stupid phone. I am well. Been worse. Time marches on. I play the jester in the big parade. Another and another ...
Life has been unkind at times
and hope is hard to find but I’m
certain there’s a reason we keep on.
Between you and me,
there’s electricity moving
thru faulty curcuitry
Yes, I’m cert...
I masturbate to yer profile pic often
Why have you forsaken me?
I wonder when you start some trouble does your heart soften
Do you sigh ghosts or is that just the wind?
If I die first before we m...
I’m depressed. Misery consumes me. My angst is so boring and inescapable. I’m small. I’m always gonna be so small. I’m so tired of hurting so heavily. What does it mean to keep your heart open af...
Misery is the only thing that comes to mind presently.
Know better but can’t seem to help it.
My heart is such an idiot.
I’m envious and ashamed. Making a scene by showin...
I need to write with an urgency exceeding the speed of light cause my head space is a million miles from here in the dark cupboards of a memory of a kitchen I once despised. My head is in a ...
I have been writing a ton lately on paper. I finished filling up my old pink journal and began writing in my Darth Vader journal (recently returned to me from it’s five month stay in Colorado). ...
Why do I
Waste my want
To desire for anything
On this thing
Already doomed to be
Nearly devoid of
To be in ...
I push my canoe off the bank
With a practiced heave and hop
Into my comfortable craft
Easily slipping away from the earth
Like a fly on a mirror
To the heavens
I’m at a new crossroad without a street map. I travel light like that. I tried to resist the right path but I ended up on it. I lost my guide when I lost my cool and now I can’t find my way back....
Everything is the same thing. Unraveling is the best effort I’ve made to enact change. I am not much of a knitter or weaver or seamstress or whatever it is, but I know I can get crafty with some ...
I appreciate the comments/concern/compassion on my previous entry. I didn’t reply to them and I haven’t been here since then. I don’t have anything to say. I’m speechless. I’m sorry I’m so rude a...
A punchy title is a showcase for personal mushy indulgences, like wit & depth & lingual acuity or else allusion to an allegiance of vanities. Sociology seems dull but some social graces, ...