I must be defeated ’cause I can feel it in my feet. they won’t move so that must prove something. beauty in the eye of the beholder is much colder when beauty is the destroyer of I would cry but it doesn’t make a difference to this indifferent wraith admiring my corpse. match-stick make-up of a broken bodied discourse on the arrival of final days of my time here. melt into the spring sun and whisper of devolutions in this archetype of feelings that armored our champions. the blood on the pavement is same in color as the one in … Continue reading These feet
immobile artifice immoral statuary of curled lips ponderous predilections hammer gamma rays into collar-bone shards of lust and fallacy, phallus shaped skiffs upon stream of consciousness running toward empty seas of tomorrow buy yesterday to change the way you dress and advertise lies you should think upon all that is said and read red doesn’t always mean blood hounds on scent of peonies in the garden behind your house where you buried past and the next door neighbor nobody knows trouble you’ve seen just like the song keeps playing on every station based in this town you keep living like … Continue reading worm
In summary, there was purpose prefecture, pandemonium, permanence fingers frayed stitching ignominious example in grocery-cart aisles uncommon disorders frequently populating God-deserted isles unexpectedly, the vase fell from table untouched it shattered flowers and pottery scattered across the floor as galaxies flowed into void This was all observed and information was documented, annotated. interpretation lost in antiquity, impressions ripple as a neutron star quietly sending out gravitational waves, confusing possibilities of other extents. so often, life will take what we think we know reduce it to a solemn zero; leave us with nothing other than faintest of ideas a notion of … Continue reading Solemn Zeros
Quid pro quo Clarice. The money is gone up your nose. Pip pop tip-top running rabid sideways on the sidewalks singing kill kill kill the poor along with Biafra. Paint them taking tainted terror and feeding the pretty demons. Gift the shift of religion to the little lambs you are recounting the sordid legend of political Zelda for. See the whites of their eyes and frown down upon the frailty. My finger gun blasts a hole in your understanding as you sit shaking out the burnings we’re too cowardly to give a name to. Ascertain the relevant odd job backlog … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo
I’d deign to incarcerate with contempt, this attempt to pry your way back in slippery disposition, you serpentarium denizen all in that oily falsetto, hearken us toward winter’s edge bitter ice tastes of arsenic clove smoke, you cloven hoof dandy dancing those jigs of infantile fancy jackhammer subtlety screaming False. Fake news, fake boobs, fake crews fake shoes, knock off blues raping everything that moves yea, we label you, knave. go on home to your emptiness. after all, it is what you most crave. image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading cloven hoof dandies
pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face, misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.
Don’t listen around the kids 😉 Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahaha Fuck rap Bustin’ like an addict with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain’t no way in hell we leavin’ nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck that Bobby feelin’ villainous, he killin’ this I’m comin’ for your man and his lady and even the baby I’m feelin’ like I’m chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies Every single rapper in the industry, yeah … Continue reading OPTSotD- Logic (feat. Eminem)