a ruthless rant

swing you sinners
as her odors aged pungent
she was adored by no one but the bar room ballers
and she muted the fact that she loved it


nightmares of sex with a faceless figure
had the texture cold boulders
positioned in an unnatural form
what treasures lay beneath her?
she scoffed the way I look
by the colour of my skin
she scoffed the way I look
with a chuckle and grin

and the children outdoors
made sandcastles out of bar room ashtrays
held together with oil and spit
while the seagulls soared to eat and shit
they used sunflower seeds as torpedoes
and used the whores who blows as strong as twisters
they stacked the fags like firewood logs
and powwowed to their guilts, their gods, their songs


my ribs became a withered spider
on its back with eight legs curled

I woke up to the noise of passing cars
and mating birds shifting in the trees
the morning dews collected on the fingertips of bulimic branches magnified the rising sun blanketed in fog
the spirit of the radiator whispered monotone
I looked towards the east to find the vacant body of my lover still asleep and sound
she was a heavy sleeper no doubt

I began to play connect the dots with her freckles that she's been insecure about since her high-school
her navel resembled a wishing well
that I'd throw lucky pennies in
hoping she'd never leave


she wasn't skinny
she wasn't fat
she was perfect

as I ran my fingers down the silhouette of her body, I noticed a smear of blood that would soon follow
I have cut myself to the sharp curves of her body..

the imperfections she neglected
the years of childhood depressions
...these were a few of my favorite things



I was a fool to think this would last forever..

but what's a man in love?
if he isn't a fool

her respiratory system started up
like a cold engine in the morning..

her bones began to unlock at the joints while her skin stretched like a used rubber Johnny that moulded over her body frame..

her heart ran like a piston as she sighed like a carburetor..

as her eyelids began to split open, I started noticing the colour of her pupils peeking through her Venus fly trap-like eye lashes.
they were the colour of the ocean...
...the deep blue sea








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some sort of honesty

http://www.foxnews.com/on-air/hannity/2013/02/27/black-chamber-commerce-ceo-obama-doesnt-feel-pain-americans


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sheep and wolf

when wolves howl they're hungry
and when they're hungry they eat sheep

don't be a sheep

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bored thoughts

99.9% of the people I know are the same:
-dependency on substances whether it be alcohol or drugs
-enjoy the same movies, musiq, and/or some form of entertainment or recreational activity
-views on how the world an society should be viewed and on how it should function

I've come to the realization today. even when you think someone's different, they become just as the same as everyone I've met before. a tile on a bathroom floor not yet laid until further notice.
at times I feel alone

the words are different, but the arguments the same

I do find myself learning more from people who've had life experience rather than an educated student who only knows a life of sleeping in, partying, and smoking pot along with the rest of the school world who think they're different from society and somewhat unique.
but whatever makes them happy I guess.

I just with there was a Doppelganger I can run into...
someday.


rants rants rants

and a Jules Verne novel illustration


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eyes feel dehydrated

in a state of excitement, nervousness, anxiety, and love


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:)

some dirt.

dirty penny thoughts

do you know what regret is?

it's that feeling you have when you believe that you've made a mistake..

and it's usually accompanied by denial

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the only thing that separates you from the world is nothing

food

HAL9000

shenanigans

a dream i once had