I'm grateful to be here,

to see the vanquished cities as they propagate the vast expanse,

To hold my heart in a ***** jar with the wounded still crying out

I am grateful to breathe this air,

To see the tarry streets as they grip on my lost feet,

To see the fire as it's quenched with mortar



I am grateful

Grateful for everything, and everything I wish I could have saved; it made me a better man, losing it all and a piece of my soul

the circus sands
  sit within tumultuous hands

I feel everything and nothing
as my mind dances along a vacant passage

I was once wise
  but now I've regressed into the latitude of adolescent sorrow

if I had the answer
I'd give it to you,
but instead I'm left to search
, falling into the sun
with ever increasing velocity. we are no longer immortal

my only friend is my buddy matt

I love that man, and 1 friend is better than what most can claim today.
I'm lucky.
we talk every Tuesday,
and he talks about his shoes and his squirrels
and his elderly wife( he actually married a 50 year old seamstress when he was 22, it's weird, but whatever)

im happy though with this;

and I need nothing else. all the other 'friends'
sold out to the consumerist boom-
easily bought.

I need someone that'll take a bullet. I've already taken a few for him;
and that's where I stand.
thank you. until Valhalla

I'm gonna take a screwdriver
and jam it into her eye socket
and then
take pliers
and twist her tongue
until it's unhinged from the jaw

I'll then pour acid down her throat
and **** her ***
while she squeels in agony

then I'll
make some pancakes
for my doggo
Jim Jim
and he can eat the leftovers

then I'll do it again maybe
and then some day I can smile with Jehovah

when I **** myself, it'll be with a hammer
so they can marvel
at the sheer
tenacity
and will of my death-drive


it'll take a good 30 strokes
  and you can find
the guns locked up
beside me;

if there's a will there's a way.
I love being awake
at 2:32

when I get nervous meeting a girl
,
I just imagine
her having taken
the biggest stinkiest
rancid **** with her *** stretching out to the size of a fist
and the stink
permeating
for meters abroad;

and her picking her nose
with glee
and her pits stinking
and her feet sweaty
and her breath sour
and her legs and ***** hairy
from a 2 days growth

disgusting creatures.
  foul apes;
like me. elegance Is overrated, and now I'm turned on...

my brain was broken for a few days
so i've forgoed any & all substances,
not even *******
which is its own drug

I need clarity;
I was looking at a wall
and perceived it as a dullish mush and
  noticed a dab of spittle hanging from my lower lip

    I could speak to a parakeet
and ask it for advice,
it said
" shut up ***** boy and give me a *******''
not really,
it didn't say that, but it did mimic the sound of ******/

when I poured my toast
I buttered my juice
and I took a cab to your house and slept with you and wrote this poem
as we cuddled
because I needed some warmth. please don't leave me,
I need some
warm cuddles
    
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why do they all leave ?///