June 2012
Self: If cut from same cliche, same cloth, would you still be this fucking dramatic?
Why not?
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Definitively NOT Absolution
Sordid, mistaken, foolish self pushes jade jewelry on God’s best pawn shop: Earth. Of course most of the jewelry takes form in words, but stays equally as useless.
Not even a classic trench coat to whip my dick out of,
or at least some ticking gold watches to set swindling, nope.
Very little life lived and yet my fingers keep melting slender strokes of black with absolution of white, no...
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How CEOs Would Save the World
Glances.
The pin-hole whistles in the air, and we all hear it. Tara speaks up about global warming and everyone in the room yawns.
Human beings fulfilling their express purposes, never gettin’ to swim with the dolphins. Dreams get bigger: sin abound.
But mostly the graphs provide info. Color coated, copied, etc.
Numbers popping like stepped-on cereal; except they actually make sense.
...
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vv
The great minimalism pestering me, but only poking once.
Long pauses like rectangles.
I throw out the all I own and make sure carpet stays pretty. Dead mandalas, etc.
Sitting quietly
now.
Faithfully know I the people not to meet now.
“Now” being very soon indeed.
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See the accounts grinding
grinding
grinding away.
Her teeth pulse against the iron
and I’m sure I saw this somewhere on tv sometime and it taught me more than I’ll ever need to know and see this is purely pretty my dear flower…now spit.
28 and still playing dentist. Anything wrong with that self?
Self: Needs everyone some way to buy cars and find beauty
non-amen.
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Why do you breath so fucking slow? Morbid, weak and useless sounds for telephone fears!
Self: Medication lost, hunger gone and mind wiped wistfully, you find yrself feeling no difference between nooses and nighttime.
At both times I sleep with the hood on.
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Asthmatic: {-5-} →
theasthmatic:
Mostly you never gave her a chance, maybe she always wanted him. Maybe it was him having a crooked dick, in line with his morality, maybe it was Disneyland shimmerin in his eyes. Mostly I can’t give her anything except for a fuckin and good orgasm everytime. Mostly.
I’m sure that rape doesn’t involve different positions though, and this surely mostly is consensual. So I guess I’m...
Only in Philly: Man received pistol-whipping for... →
loladelphia:
People in this city of ours seem to have a bit of a problem controlling their anger. I don’t buy into the whole, “I’m supposed to be angry, I’m from Philly,” idea because to me that’s just like using the whole “It’s okay, I was drunk” excuse for acting like an asshole. The only explanation one can fathom as to why some people are so hostile and aggressive is that they’re pissed off...
Asthmatic: {-2-} →
theasthmatic:
The Monkees make good music and here I am crying about what my head will look like with lbs of buckshot making appearance. When reflecting upon death, one should always have a theme song, for when the camera slowly pans away from the crimson swimming tiles. I wonder how long it takes to get…
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Sharing Poetry: Charles Bukowski, "So You Want To... →
sharingpoetry:
if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don’t…
Tidal waves.
How do you know this light
is morning?
She’s timid.
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My guts are formatted via yuengling currently.
Flailing Summit: Black Rubber →
flailingsummit:
Today I decided to let my breath run putrid, and for molded sweat to eat the rotting notches in my shirt. I cut open the back of a doll to search for a new stomach to call my own, but the doll had the nerve to suck itself dry of its fallow slime pulses. After finding no reason to cut my own…
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A Rather Short Poem About Nietzsche Banging a...
Once I beckoned her,
Brown eyed bulbous tears
Streamed and screamed at me
Quite openly.
They kept her in chains, stirrups, etc.
Quite voluptuous.
Her round rind of rump sparkled amid beds of glorious muscles-
Tastefully.
She was no slut, I was no teacher.
I found her after the dark.
Her eyes said yes as she
Snacked on the day’s hay.
Utterly pink, her entrance.
Hours fucked away and
She was...
