Hometown girls
are real with you.
If they don't like you,
they'll even make their *****
look ugly;
pulling them in all the way
to the tops of their thighs
through their buttholes
and you can smell the stench
in your brain.

But when they let you in,
when they let you sit on their ears,
it's like warp-drive.

They smoke virginia slims,
because that's what their mom's smoke,
and the bags under their eyes
are filled with nicotine,
but they're pretty bags,
purses of flesh
full with the kinetic beauty of coal.

Hometown girls are mostly black,
mostly white,
fifty-fity,
but nobody's checking
and when they whisper something nice in your ear
it's colored with a microbrew
or a wheel of Jim Beam.

Sometimes they'll take you by the wrist
into the bathrooms;
sometimes they'll take your drink
when you're not looking
and smile when you catch them
with it on their lips.

But that smile is good even,
on par with a supernova
in its ability to crush
and make beautiful.


But most of the time,
they stand around
outside Casbah
and Motorco
--if they're bougie
it'll be West End--
in the middle of the night
under the porch of the sky
looking out with amber
slitted eyes
like cats,
their legs twitching thoughtfully
as they wait for cabs
and pick at the night.

Hometown girls
are ****/beautiful
because they'll watch your every move
from the gallery
out of empathy,
knowing they've been that ***** before,
knowing they've been that lonely,
knowing they just want to get drunk
and want to be around randoms
that aren't so random.

The ache,
The zing through the pelvis
Trapped in an evergreen
Transcending into the pillow
Light is Black
Black is light
The brain has slithered from the skull
Out the ear, leaving a wet trail
The bliss
The suspended body transfixed on the ceiling
Eyes small like buttholes
Writhing in angst
Rolling in filth
Buzzing in a field
The *******.

She likes dressing my whisky bottle.
What kind of euphamisim is that?
You left a ******.
It's warm.
When I do this you don't feel anything.
Is this gay?
If you had a ***** it would be gay.
It's hebrew.
Why do we play?
That's what she said.
The buttholes because it's uncomforitable.
Unless you'r a Jahova's Witness.
But some of them do, and it's weird.

if words are rounds, then I̲'m gonna send
a bullet storm on sordid dictators
being, along with ro[ɑ]tten regimes
of theirs, a bunch of derm inflammations
on the body of the world; disgruntled & mean
I'm your personal Gray Hunt
[Grayson "Gray" Hunt who's a playable protagonist of the "Bulletstorm" game]
I'ma, like someO̲ne who was in—
—volved in spetsnaz & forcibly breaks ones
imprisoned for co[ɑ]nscience from clinks
one-two-three, then the bloodshed begins
[prisoners of conscience; "one to free"]
having heard "no smoking", harsh P—ayne
turned & smack—t Wayne with a "hopeless" ash-tray
["smoking" in the sense of "killing"; Max Payne & Bruce Wayne]
[Batman's "no killing" rule, which is hopeless, as well as Max's existence]
["ane" (one), "twain" (two), "trey" (three)]
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it would be nothing short of mendacious
to say I don't wish y'all misfortunate states of
affairs, like divorces & break-ups (crack!)
yeah, all the worst to dictators
hopefully, y'all ****** jerks will be faced with
infernal damnation
for every singular person paraded
civilly through streets in support of good changes
and been delivered brute force in repayment
people in jails & clinks mauled
and denied of med help, disinfo
unjustified wars, liquidations
of those subverting a heinous sociopol. course undertaken
of course, fabrications when it's time fO̲r legal cases
(and elections, of course)
and nowadays, you've got Y̲O̲U̲r pesky agents
working on breaking
the web like Bourne which is Jason (Webb, David)
here come my warm salutations
to that stupid web regulator
that serves the dang Craymlin (got it?)
like your walking shyotka tualetnaya, take a
["toilet brush" in Russian]
[another sobriquet fitting the rhyme scheme: "toilet predator"]
hike; Y̲O̲U̲r limitations
hitting media insubmissive ta
the sick regI̲me which y'all sustain by dint of digital
censorship, to individuals with a set of principles
and views akin/sim. to mine, are like pork to unwave[—]ring
[the word's supposed to be read/pronounced as "unwayvring"]
Muslims; in other words, we evade 'em
(what are you gonna do about it?)
as you were told, better block Y̲O̲U̲r **** BHs
you subservient A-licks
["buttholes"; "a##-lickers"]
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now, let's revert to the arch black hats
when you get a just backlash
or, like drinks allowed for thO̲se under eighteen
minor shots, y'all schmucks get sore, 'kin to nates
["shots for minors"]
of someone earned a good lacing
fO̲r misbehaving (just like y'all)
get yourself some butthurt-mitigative
stuff, you scO̲rn-ridden vain ******
you're worthless like an ****** absorbed medication
to you procured a gunshot gorge perforation
but first you'd get your arms
and legs shot in its hinge joint parts
[that is, elbows & knees]
that's some mean **** marks—
—manship; as you may've gathered
like a workforce undertaken
reaping, you depraved dastards
with your regimes are something I'm sU̲re not okay with
minus them paid guarders
with shoulder marks worn & you're Swayze
for when your brainwa[ɑ]shers
and other order-maintaining
tools no longer make masses
conform to the mainstream
acts of force are your last resort
like a semi-island-based palace
[sounds familiar]
housing some gorgeous gals craving
to have some unchaste practice
["lust resort"]
some of those going po[ɑ]liticians or power-wielders
are by then already sordid? like forgery traders
not the type to think so
that's humankind's horrible nature
evolved to a high degree, though
still animals, thus Earth's, in a way, a
jumbo jungle; got a shade sidetracked
like a train, my bad; I'ma explain, like that
Malaysian Boeing Ukraine skies'd had (ex-plane)
[had had]
before it got razed 'kin/sim.
to the outrage of folks storming a place which
a c#cks#cking usurper is based in
["raised"]
the earlier stated
"BFWID"; once you are no more animated
like a cartoon paused, the verdict is plain 'kin/sim.
to a suit that is mourning-related
a torrid vacation, metaphorically saying
yet no point in packing Y̲O̲U̲r freaking raiment
since Y̲O̲U̲r destination's nothing short of pure Hades (if there is)
["sins"]
in fact, unlike some of you, I'm irreligious, but
it doesn't mean I'm cold to medieval stuff
like a hedonistic brush with a chick replete with lust
in this realm, there may be a wicked **[ɑ]t
time for you; akin/sim. to witches stuck
to those stakes, you may end up lit as f#ck
like after a cig. with **** you are
in the garden of the post-en—lightenment time going
["thyme"]
which, in fact, is the reason I
["reason I" is supposed to be read/pronounced as "reasoner"]
and others with opinions similar
to mine think Earth's in need of getting rid of ya
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chief authoritarian crooks worldwide
and all those contributing to their rule of vice
you know what have just come tO̲ my mind?
look, douchewads, why
don't y'all take a tiled-rooftop hike?

I don't do "love" nor do I believe in it
So I'll say that I am wildly and erotically attracted to them.
The strip clubs happen to be my church because as Jay-Z & Kanye once said "Ain't No Church In The Wild" and in the wild the laws of attraction exist only in the minds of dreamers
Everything about a stripper's lifestyle excites me endlessly
It's arousing to watch the ****** chemistry of their legs gently touching as they walk back and forth between stages.
I just want to kiss all of them between their pretty thighs and to have the miracles of their little ******* sing sweet *** to the sins of my mouth
The first thing I usually notice about a stripper is the *** because I'm an *** man and I get a small but nice amount of stimulation from the way the cheeks swing back and forth when they are on the move. Makes me just want to bend them over, spread their cheeks and just lick their **** little buttholes all night long (if they're clean of course)
I also love when they shake their ******* in front of me. The intense ****** satisfaction I get as they swing back and forth is ******* mesmerizing. The ******* are my breaking point because that's when I lose all control especially when they rub them and moan for me a little.
I particularly love watching them as they smoke their cigarettes. I always imagine my **** being in place of those cigarettes. ******* on a **** is far healthier.
Lastly I just love every inch of flawless skin that they display.
I don't give a **** about you ******* crying "She/he's a *****.", "She/he has mommy/daddy issues." "She has AIDS/***
Strippers are beautiful to me.
And I look at them as humans with higher *** drives, doper personalities and better social skills than you.

Insecurity; is a feeling of uncertainty, a lack of confidence or anxiety about yourself & your abilities...


Insecurities are nothing but impurities to the temple you call your mind..
Cloud your judgement of yourself and sometimes others..
can leave you trapped under the covers..
And not wanting to leave the room.
Cuz you don’t want to see you, you don’t others or even the world to see you, because people have left you to believe that you’re too ugly to be loved..
To weird to be accepted, to crazy to be seen as normal no matter how many people you talk to or how many people tried to tell you different, It won’t change.




These thoughts have glued them selves to your brain,
They’re stuck there, watching them rip away your self-esteem..
Hoping it’s just a dream..
But It’s a curse.

And it’s not like Cinderella or sleeping beauty because you can’t reverse this.
And we all know that you want to...
But these words they haunt you..
Wear you like a coat and flaunt you..
As each and everyday they taunt you..


Insecurities leave you with the lack of trust,, even for yourself..
Screaming for help..
But these insecurities block any sound..
So no inner beauty can be found..
Sniff around for it like a bloodhound..
But under these insecurities the true beauty is bound.

Insecurities leave you not wanting friends because you think they’ll stab you in the back like previous have.
They will leave you constantly worrying about if your (better half) will eventually pack up and leave you for someone else with little to no explanation.


That’s why to all the women out there,, tear these insecurities down..
Tear them down because they got the best of you..
Told yourself, “Without a guy, I’m just so empty inside..”
Dying to hear “I love you”, and eventually you did..
But you became nothing to be his all.

You see.
Some women get pretty and accessorize..
Tryna’ access our hearts, but they access our eyes..
Value beauty over brains, then have the nerve to be surprised..
When men disregard their thoughts just to analyze their thighs.


Men are arroused by their senses, but women do not sense it...
Spending cents to buy scents to find love,
it’s so senseless.


So please . set your standards.
NO ifs, ands or buts.
If you keep falling for buttholes, then stop showing off your ****..
Do you keep falling for losers? Then start being a winner..
Tired of being used for your body? Stop falling for sinners..
Seek godly men, Yes they got swag too.
BETTER YET, be a women.. let godly men seek you.

I don't like Hip Hop,
Mainstream or street,
See that just subliminal weak,
Crimes and messages at the peak,
They say that Columbine,
Was Marilyn's fault,
Open Wound, here salt,
Barrel Vault, body on Asphalt,
Assault, band thunderbolt,
I don't like Hip Hop,
It just the new pop,
just the new chart top,
where the artist,
that have a message,
Where is Tom Macdonald,
Madchild, Dax, Joynar Lucas,
and where the ** is Adam Calhorn,
Speaking bars not mucus,
Oh that right, Cancel Culture,
Stupid and Useless,
the messages are way to brutus,
Cancel Culture, Subcultures,
Nothing more than black vultures,
Just like demons, smell of sulphur,
Maybe Tom was right, We are all buttholes,
hook, line and sinker, hanging from poles,
Maybe Madchild isn't sober,
just honest views getting older,
Maybe Dax is mentally *******,
his songs maybe be discarded,
Rapping about emotions, disregarded,
Maybe suicide is the answer, Dax's carcass,
Maybe Joynar hit the mark,
Maybe the I'm not Racist, spark,
Two sides to every story, Let hear yours,
complaining cause you have do your chores,
complaining cause it offensive, out in stores,
Maybe Calhorn is patriot,
Standing up for his country,
In disappointment, voiced it,
Messages that put it bluntly.
Maybe it just the Controversial message,
that hits me and truth is seen, Aggressive,
Depressive, Excessive, this is not expressive.

when a girl sits on my face
her ******* is ki      nd of like
the north star; I can smell
the north star & taste it up                           Barbie's backside has always been my kind of                                                             Brazilian implant
my nose & on my tongue;
when I look up at the stars
                at night I see buttholes                                                        ­    &
                                                                ­       think of u farting into my
face once again            bringing vi
                                                       sion
                                                            ­  s                                                            
                      bringing
                                 ­        back memories of starry
nights laying beneath the
                                         north star of her *******;

scheming to plant the south pole upside down in her pelvis completing the mystical circle of knowledge;                                                       ­                              may the one true goddess who
shat the universe
                                        Hieros Gamos or when the tip of the ***** ***** touches the back of her throat to achieve synthesis;
as
at the same time she's tasting **** on her tongue;
the lower pressure on the brain stem
                                                stimulates knowledge;
woman who **** good **** are really, really smart;
knowledge is experience plus reflection;
swallow
              it's not even a secret,
                                    but so few women give genius level               head, some do I'm not saying any head                won't do but I'm talking about
                or that a pro can't rock the world like the cradle of her kids one after another;
p                                      superior IQ *******
Hierogamy (Greek ἱερὸς γάμος, ἱερογαμία "holy marriage")
                                             is a ******
                                                                ­ritual that plays              out the marriage                                                         ­                between
                                           a god and goddess,
especially when      
                                           enacted in a symbolic ****** ritual                        where human participants
                                  represent the deities.          she          ***** the poet          into being she ***** into my hand
**** eternally                     as her
                                                            w­here every prophesy is right where
                         god put her *****; go ahead, **** into my hand;                    heavy as gold bars on                                      Mars
coincidence;        ­                                    I think not                 bees didn't
                       inventflowers                                      acolyte,    pr­iest & prophetic
                                     soothsayer who soothes her
                       backside w/                 his prayers to ******       to theprofound                                  
                                                     flesh to awaken undersea sprays volcanoes
                         of hot primordial mud in various                                                          ­ways
involving spirals                                  w/in       spirals                       spirals