when you wanna fuck her to get even with her cunt side... correction! Yu wanna fucking pimp her and pee on her pretty cunt face while she's getting fucked in the ass then have her lick it from your toes... motherfucker you're a cunt and I'm becoming a vengeful dick for staying around your stupid cunt for too long!
Friday, October 11, 2024
Writing is Therapy!
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
The wrongness of Kundera's philosophy!
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Elegy (Persistent Momentary Lapse of Things)
Can’t you see baby,
That it’s not working?
All the sincerity,
All this time,
And you break my heart,
At least once every night…
Don’t you feel it baby?
That it’s not there?
Even though I look in your erratically colored eyes,
And see nothing but your want,
with all of your repulsion,
…
Can u feel me seeing it baby?
That it’s not us we’re chasing?
That it’s the way things are,
In this fucking choreography of attitudes,
And the persistent momentary lapse among them
It tears my heart,
At least once every night…
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Perfect Model
I wish life was merely the embodiment of the intersection of pretty moments with absolutely no interceptions in between.
You’re in the middle of one snapshot of it, and not knowing what happened, right in the middle of the next.
That way I would do the rightest thing right now and wouldn’t worry about the rest.
No time to regret it if I was wrong.
a perfect model…
Monday, April 14, 2014
Of the nature of the wind
Saturday, April 5, 2014
The curse
Saturday, March 15, 2014
ISOMORPH
It’s a bubble, hollow and warm. You crawl in it, walk in it, naked or not, when you’re a small child.
It’s your home, it’s your world, you’re always in it, lucid, round and light, no matter where or what.
if you want to grow, the means is a touch, and when you want it smaller, it shrinks down to your size.
No more a kid now, you’ve blown your bubble larger, making a balloon of it, bouncing up and down the ground.
exuberant and alive, living in this balloon was, surfing the earth and the skies, landing on others and other’s as is falling in love.
It’s so fun you keep touching it, making it so large, like the world itself: bouncy and round, vast and full of charm.
to the time it’s too large, you cannot see it. Not seeing it, you don’t touch it, you don’t think you want, you don’t even try.
You don’t try, and you don’t want to try. Don’t want to try and you forget. you forget and you die.