I've literally paid through the fucking nose for this allimony of a post-relationship ( Read more... )

[So very very grateful to be the only dumb cunt who reads this.]

Sure there's a fucking reason for everything ( Read more... )

Step aside, dear amputee; the future awaits.
[End Movement in three Movements. Ha.]

Wait...am I missing something?
have we missed something?
Let's just take one fucking step back and see where we stand.
Blue book, black book,
Black list, I'm on top of it.
Wait...I could have sworn to it.
I could have sworn to fucking God!
Let's evaluate, consolidate, denegrate once more.
A new aesthetic will be forged upon the ashes of what came

Good war/Just war
to wipe clean what came before.
Pallet change/Aesthetic change
We creep along a cold grey floor.
A girl she waits on balcony's edge.
Your dreams: fulfilled.
Your heroes: dead.

A preacher reads sermons through a midlife crisis ( Read more... )

Sick of self [see attached pamphlet]
Speak through filters
and damaged lung machine
See, Munchausen set in
but I don't quite know what to do
Pigment replication in the
strictest sense.
[chameleon]
Self-aggrandise
with Modest hopes
fucking
Enamored...
fucking
Enamored...

When we learn to land these airplanes,
we'll man a mission to MIR Space Station.
And we'll chat with the Russian cosmonauts
about the good ol' days of the U.S.S.R.
They will praise us,
they will love me just like I need someone to.

[done.]

I met you on top of a hill. The city below made strange perpendiculars, but this particular city was full of shadows; shadows we both thought we could escape by climbing that hill, on that windy inferno of an afternoon. Your eyes alone could have sent flames below, set us both free; but instead you just stared at me ( Read more... )