“Love is a curse for monogamous ways, and views of the flays or query, the queer on commitment are the ones who will reign true on supreme in the flight of height of servitude to the immortal soul of suffering. FOR THOUSXT WILL KNW WHAT LOVE IS>” and that’s written on a temple wall in Bulgaria I mentioned in a children’s mythology book I co-authored.en-marketing and shadow-wrote for some school projects when I was on Jump Street, Sainthood, and Middle School. [attending Harvard.]
What a banger of a growing-upcan-behard. No allislostlmoment included.
No space, no gaps.
And love is war wear your heart on your sleeve bullshit.
“Your friends always know best mother knows best you should trust the people that know you.”
And everyone thought it was drugged out [washed.up-gifted:kid.] formalities
To enhace the debacle of debate with
FUck.
And then something like that
And ingenious and intelligent
And unknowing of a fucking subject such as astrophysics
And not knowing that countries exist
And never looking at a map
No. Uncharted Territories ONCE??
And somehow I haven’t been to many amusement parks
But walked many a hall.
Undergrown
Clown
For rainhall dance payouts.
And i
Fucking
Hate
Going to the club.
Let alone the bar.
“You need to get married.”
I have no mom.
I envy you.
And it rattles rattles rattles.
The nuclear-norman shit and I hate living up to a game
Where
I know
You
Are lying.
You have lied.
Phony pony charade, worse than leaving a motorcycle and renting a storage unit.
For stupid shit to hide.
Faked losing your job and now we’ve lost the savings account white-ameri-can-family bullshit.
The hopeless tyranny to giving up.
When sizing down
Just looks normal.
Stop asking about money.
When i ask to for a raise
Or non-salary based commission
It talks to “no one will take you.”
Extradition.
And somehow my only place is here.
In the MidhEaven of Hell
And all my energy plastered
In lightmobiles
Of old dark energies
Consumed by the pure urge to keep going.
Take breaks on my laptop and point with every thud
And tum tutm deadly rum
And I’d sip my shine and shine mountain mist
And wonder what bliss could occur
In all my evil wakes
And pops for otter stocks
And wonder why I never took the chance to snap
And the urge to go to sleep
Wlk to the athroom with me.
Why don’t ya?
And somehow I can stay sane.
I have no forgiveness for undercover work.
Work is work, and someone I work with;
Made work messy by making my work
Targets
Fucking family.
Adoption Greens.
And Creens the neck that has already been bent and broken.
I wish the shoulder blades would just bust a little.
Oh, vampire
Girl with the shades drawn.
You glow luminescent and shine so bright
And the hardest worker is the on the sun chases.
Moonlight and Selene
And all your quakes severing onto me.
Penduluming my own Time.
Ditsy.
Distracted.
Working too hard!
Rushing myself.
I hate tempo when it is not acclimatable to some phony ass show.
The music is there anyways.
I enjoy letting after midnight talk
Be what it is.
I waited for this moment to come around.
Quiet House and Silent Room in allmy loud music.
I will not turn it down.
And every rag and blood-soaked napkin and vomiting in my mini-trashcans
And hiding new clothes
And switching out the doorknob for keys
And calls to le’s
And somehow being failed
In my own system
O no – you’re not gonna help m.e.
Jurisdiction on conviction, and I clean up the town for the kids for you.
Your kids.
And somehow you’ve been made.
Warranted.
I
Lovea
Promotion.
I love a new land.
I love not being constricted and Ig ots to shit out
This station and all bets off the table.
When now it’s okay to say 2028 looked like it was gonna pray for new rains
And rockier pastures.
And I can’t do that anymore.
Lament and lament and sigh some more.
Honest in my personal-accords.
“You earned it! Being here.”
Choose miserable or darkness.
Nerds Only.
Otherwise, closedset.
Get the fuck out.
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