all the deformed people stay inside. investing in sadness and hobbies. its as good a reason as any to stay away from the crippled souls that inhabit the earth.
Roses are red Your eyes are blue Therefore your eyes are not roses Its true And if you disagree Then you are ******* But I think you're beautiful Please marry me I'll give you money
inside water falls into pools. and fish relax by the shore on chairs. flower petals stretch and yawn and smell sweet when they rot. the gum on the floor is still moist and great for your teeth. the animals play jokes on each other and we all laugh and chew gum and blow bubbles and laugh when they pop and get stuck in our fur. there's a house with enough room for everybody to be close. its a party with everyone I've ever loved. they all walk like memories and leave no mess behind. but there is an abandoned bathroom with no working light or running water. inside is a child sitting naked in the tub waiting for the mother to come make warmth and calm and clean. pictures and paintings of pretty things hang on the chocolate walls but a floating heart screams its pain down the halls and I try to ignore it but it follows me close attached by a rope of tissue and muscle. so i sing it to sleep in a language that not even i understand or will ever forget. and i rub my own ears and smile like an idiot. and when we rest we're so filled with joy that all of our softness expands and cracks us open until we're a tragic pile on the ***** sidewalk. fighting the cold with beer or talking to women we don't know instead of keeping the women we love warm when we wrap ourselves around there soft bodies.
i won't drink from the faucet but ill pour it out and pay my bill. they put microchips in the water. to attach to my dna. to get me to do terrible things. homicides. and to forget. i leave the TV on loud dumb shows so they don't know what I study. they're listening through the speakers. my socks are soaked in chemicals to absorb into my feet to make me immune but ill be dead by then. im writing it all down and saving it in encrypted files. the password is in the truth.
if you have a glow of light on youre face you're a witch. an ignis fatum is a spirit trying to share your body. a kahuna speaks to other worlds and can show you in a bowl of liquid. if you have the technology and you have the good intentions it can be fixed. but all the progress is dogma.
a crazy man attacked me in the morning before i killed a little boy in Cannes. i prayed for a miracle when i woke next to his tattered body but only got sick from his flesh. im much more concerned about my own flesh now and need to end it. this is a terrible waste of time and
No matter who i love *** is a hunger. when your hungry you eat. when your horney you ***. and ive fallen in love before *** during *** after *** in a minute im sure.. to a person ive known or now know. and guess what: everyone ive ever loved ive loved. everyone ive ever fukd ive fukd. and both are a hunger of which im unfulfilled.
for valetines day ill give myself a piece of my own flesh and we'll argue and kiss and **** and lie and cheat and then ill get more flesh and fall in love all over again.
a steady drone of misery hangs in sheets between the people. their eyes roll over the ***** floor looking for their lives. a quarter falls out of one mans pocket and rolls down the sidewalk while a hungry cat eyes his child. the misery is hungry. the people are hungry. the lives are hungry. the cat is dead.
childish heart, you look silly from up here. aging mind, youre forgettable. old soul, thank you for being such a friend. i wish i had been more like you.