The First Shit of the New Year“That lady had once wanted to be a model when she was little. She liked to prance around her room wearing dresses too frilly to be taken seriously and heels to tall for her feet to stand in for more than a few minutes. She practiced twirling in mirrors and for a little while stopped eating to ‘retain her figure’. When she turned 16 the boy she liked called her fat and it sent her into a deep depression- she finally turned her life around and wound up as an airline stewardess.”The First Shit of the New Year
Erika giggled in spite of herself, over Leonard’s unwavering cynicism towards people.
“Do him now Leo.”
“Failed
Drugs Aren't Doing Their JobThey give me pills to make me better.Drugs Aren't Doing Their Job
I eat them with food, so they don't hurt my stomach as much.
They say they'll make me better and to drink with lots of water, so I won't get indigestion.
They say something is broken and needs mending.
Its not natural they tell me.
All I want to know is why I was born broken.
A Sea of ReligionsA Sea of ReligionsA Sea of Religions
He took a dive in water cool to touch. He inhaled the water and exhaled a bit of himself. He grew relaxed. Things didn’t work out for him today, they never actually have. But as long as he has this place, as long as he has this dipping space for his mind, he could stand it. He remembers how he use to let the cold wind nip at his toes, the water was always warm then. He’d submerge them, close his eyes, and just let the warm water work. After awhile he’d remove his toes, to remind them someday they’d have to leave this water for good, someday they’d have to be cold forever, so they needed to learn to love the mem
Given Wings by Who?Shattered two-by-fours litter my plane of existence “Help!” I shout to no one who will hear it Time passes slower now, but the past catches up at the same speedGiven Wings by Who?
Cold hard chants grace ears unwilling to deal with fervor outside their own As the stomping hate of wars ages past vibrate through my tongue Something else, pure of embodiment, flows out White water from the tap Gushing brooks untouched by sin Yet more holy than both
I am bathed in cleansing and I am holy Yes, I am Holy
It is an embittered existence devoid of purpose For what purpose is there
Just Imagine Picture this: his arms around me. Us panting. Imagine: the stale taste of champagne in the back of my throat. The moon outside the window. The smell of cheap cologne. His hair on my face. His breath on my neck. I don’t know why I agreed. Maybe so he will never forget me. What I mean to say is: there is no love in his eyes. So, why agree? If there’s no love, I mean. Maybe I just want to be a good friend. &Just Imagine
monologueDifferent voices I kept on hearing Slowly eating me up alive Condescending thoughts scorn my soulmonologue
Tricked, trapped, outraged The awakening of emotions engaged
I fell, I was torn, destroyed Slowly, slowly, slowly
Circling my mind Pain, torment, suffering
Unfaithful, enraged, broken For in my thoughts dissipates
Insipid, plain, blank I am now undefined
Enigmatic world Cynical mind Circling, circling, circling
The music, the essence, the delirium I see no body fully…
Dog House.
I Have To Pee
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....no actually i didnt get it
hahaha hump! y would they put that there
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its definately not me
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