i live to feel pain. it is my mission in life. all these times i said i dont like to be hurt, that i wasnt a masochist... i was lying. pain, like wine, is meant to be savoured. sometimes i focus on it, aware of what kind of pain it is and how badly it hurts. other times, i sit and think about what pain is, psychologically speaking, and become ( Read more... )

born from nothing
to nothing i return
dragging you by the hair
into my post-sadistic dystopia

department stores'
automated doors
circuit breaker's shot
i couldnt open pores

light's out it's night out
and me without a match

here's an updating for you ballsucking fag-a-trons...

continue to fucking BLOW ME.

thanks.

have a horrible faggoty day, fuckbags.

im over all of this bullshit. SUCKIT.

before i leave i am going to write down every negative thought i have ever had about this city and the people dwelling within it.

then i am going to delete.

the witnesses joked and jested
the picket mob protested
alone and detatched
the suspect relapsed
id letting ego know its been bested

where the mountains are red as evidence
where the lights point like the accused

beating like the heart
of a murderer's art

where brush strokes are illegal until tested

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famished and resigned i took my second course ( Read more... )