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the back of the scientific neurotiic need,
floundering toxic heed, even had I come to bleed the box fan book shelves shiver fast and slim . Are you awake? I am not. How the hell do i even sacrifice the patience to become a believer in the sounds of this hall as sad as I am?
Music the days are speeding like the wheels on the bus that go round and found is more vioids I am registering with this cohesive state of mind – planets and water- with the waves swooshing swells alarm bells fetch sway the heat predicting walks by a civilian heard of dramatic hats they wear scowls like scarfs when we walked on the sun…. The floor sounds windy but not fixing the failure themed tumor. Hills that I see from the summit of the mind burning a sunset accompanies the acceptance of the tasks needed to lift my eyes and head to live as if I had like since as far back as I must remember ruling out a plan b simply woudnt be an option its fate and on to exceed or brushes long in the glass cups for water half way accompanying space is time is wait wait wait and work for what only you have to give a few sentences to justify as the document of change? Who the fuck do i think…. Breathe and in and out and in my eyes are dilating taken harbor of freight fool orders the last chance and then time will cohesive as the language must be. All i know, school is out, and this whole fucking mess not a job to attempt staircase memory lie freeze the impression or simply fuck the guy
Ive spent years out down in up right left more and more and more and more and more nights unslept concerned lover who ever is in charge of firing back has a battlestation burning down pictures and clothes and porn and soap,
Its all abstract I want to shout and express myself should have been able to with the laws and essays written on all of this, goddamnit. Its death stench only killing more of me minds of my social teams are today agreeing….. When you drink the hipster juice…. Fuck me. Its going to be a long hard fucked tire of the me who fucking hates watch the ball drop and state about yourself eveything thats going to change sometimes fuck the universe fuck fate fuck our pasts fuck how long it took to get back into the nodds at noon dim lover asleep next to this him I yes. Fuck you all, demons. Fuck you fucking cunts with cock wart pus splurging in eyes of the owners of ears attached to souls that the ower is Ummm, my friends, boss, in a dream that i think I heard a long dead man now over with a friend down an elevator share with as I created the blah blah as if I couldnt hear it.
Gag on the noodle nicely for Jackie Kennedy. Give her all my love, even though my laptop is on a trip across the room once done “won”? No, you fuck done with typing this sentence. I am not a poet I am only a conductor rejected and confined to all this discouragement, so heavy I stopped sending all of it out…… one rejection. Many an acceptance. One rejection. 3 years I quit. I must not forget my meds, to abuse them to continue to help the numb of the anger repress but by bit. Strange songs in my head all the time. No one wants to read this shit. Except you and you and me and they and the literature seat can be seen for taking a back treat down the alley for a shortcut home, ended up fucking………………. I dont even believe on my own shit. Try it? how ? the fuck am I trying to express? The faultline in my stomach is reading activity declaring our world to end.
How the fuck do I explain to researchers? Well figure it out yourself, half the reason I even came was to document a picture in prose the poet top getting to blow naked before your eyes. Save………… theres a page. Of shit. I figured fuck writing in a moleskine, maybe something once I again I dont know. Until tomorrow nights show. Im probably going to pursue who you know! Who……
felt like a twin of the rapid trepidate. Syllable arent alive with a fucking high pitch shit of any relating to music….. But I am still going to sing it. Free copy. Free copy free coy coy coy not priced free copy. I landed running and planted it popping the black head of a python who ate and killed me.
On stage I would vomit from the release, writing frustrates, and I just dont think I have anything to say but for stories about the farm for a moon I am sure its got to be a planet by now. Penis. Vagina. Penis. Vagina. Fashion prose poetics. The one thing you need will feed you and even the void for who summoned these HAHAnds DADA HAHA maybe a madness raging strugge made harder. SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU FUCKING……!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh. oh my oh my god. Frothy blubber whale songs pay the mortgage and speed you kids get the kids got so you could no longer be out in the hot pathetic state of dont make me do it. Oh, no, give me the drugs. Thats funny, I maybe thought you meant I dont even fucking remember what I was saying. If you read this without my permission im watching you do it. I watching you do it as I do it feels better now painful at first however language is a vessel for which into the new Im the battleship of a strip of fucking something. I dont know. Really. Who gives a shit.
￼￼￼￼￼￼this present empty aesthetic stream is the deepest fear inside me is disguised as shouting! during the 4am grief my practice of eaves dropping on dire needs aches my moving feet to be moving a lense into the lense the amphetamines send friends in pairs inner lining layers of my throat with all of the bloods phlem flowing in a body… mayday. Mayday. awkward deep sea grief is to snorkling the reef of rage/ the sniffles of tropic drama never ending / spiral notebooks exist to be unfinished in/ all of them i have/ accepted aesthetic is worth stabbing back… I laugh he turns away to wipe a tear and takes a fast minute to remember/ he is cultures FORM / the eyes of that personaage have a life i see / many like that in big cities / along the shore of the oceans floor scuba bubbles that want to fly….. ocean/ we have a good idea now how wow I’m saying after/ that sap snap to it so snappy/ I do / will you too if I pay you?!￼￼
Oh my God fuck this fucking editor they have on here, I’m seeing that posts that I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!! I TOOK DOWN!!!!!! YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!!! what the fuck am I supposed to do when I have tried time and again to delete posts I don’t want on here anymore and but when you click to go edit and delete it just sends you to some stupid fucking new post page with NOT ANYTHING!!!!!!! FOR WHICH I CLICKED ON TO FUCKING DELETE. EVER SINCE THIS NEW FUCKING EDITOR MODE YEARS AGO I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO TAKE SHIT DOWN AND IM FUCKING PISSED!!!!!! MY BLOG IS BEING SCOURED THROUGH TO ONLY JUDGE ME AND MY PAST TO TRY TO USE SOME BULLSHIT AGAINST ME SO FUCK THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, WORDPRESS???!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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