Sunday, December 9, 2012

the kindling of jet drives off snakes and relieves suffocation of the uterus. Its fumes detect attempts to stimulate a disabling illness or a state of virginity


OH THE STORIES I CANT TELL
THE STOMACHS I CANT FILL
A little place in a corner of space

WHERE I PULL THE GUTS OF YOU
AND MIX THEM WITH MINE
SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
I mean nothing at all
GET LOST (IN PEOPLE WHO ARENT YOU)
WITHOUT EYE RINGS SHES JUST AS GOOD AS THE ME WHO TRIES WITH PENCILS AND LIPSTICK AND VERMOUTH
Blood on my mouth and the bottle
I TRIED TO COPY EVERYTHING I SEE
BUT SHES BETTER THAN ME

MY UNDERWEAR ARE ALWAYS COMING OFF
TO SHOW YOU THE CRACK IN US
TO SHOW YOU THE CRACKS IN ME



hahahah what do you mean someone can do batshit-sane better than me?>??????>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>???


nothing i say means anything at all 
it's all a huge lie
I'm a house of cards
and the people are taking bets on which suit (queen of hearts, eight of swords) will make it all fall down
TAKING BETS GIGGLING BEHIND FANS AND CUTE HATS AND LOVE




NOTHING MATTERS.
.
.
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THREATS
I WILL BE THERE, THROWING OIL LIKE FLOWERS,WHEN THE FIRE EATS YOUR THROAT

I WILL BE THERE WHEN THE SHOT GLASS TIPS AND SHATTERS INTO YOUR KIDNEY
I WILL BE THERE WHEN YOUR FATHER KICKS THE BUCKET AND YOU CRY YOURSELF HOARSE
I WILL WATCH YOU 
I WILL WATCH YOU WHEN YOU WRINKLE YOUR NOSE AT THE BLOOD I LEAVE IN YOUR BED





I AM THE ABYSS AND YOU ARE A FIREFLY AND I WANT TO END YOU EAT YOU GIVE YOU NEW WINGS OF DARKNESS

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