10/2/24)Combative reflection,reflective off glass,tip the flask n tip the head,none left to give a 2 to th apron or smock, move like a speck in evry slept slavin eye,sharp pinprick in unshaded space, the light is shattering n brightened,flick off the lid of pen and trip on th very same thing,under spell followsuit th grime wearin' shitsmear chipwhite cuntry bumpkin.Dont be a pig,hounddog,man,or bigwig, rather drop dead or wakeup clutching my headless corpse,walkin to the cab to pocket someodd pill,to take a walk into storm of grim rambunctious disfunction at some folkriddled park,random bastion of slippinlife in the spillover of a neon prison,Cold nippin at the gums,caress the fine flower nip,tidbit & siphon nectar like it's honeyed silk,too absorbed in the beauty to realize your eyes savor it with a jealous craven carnation,triple lip quiver and tri-edged poison tip arrows,rip memories from the stem,spine spun lies rooted deep in the conscious,try as you may to avoid the waking monster within, fear the shadows and fear half-moon faces,when lookin in the mirror deeper than the glass skin would show somethin ya shld better fear,all of your own voices whisperin in ur ear,graspin memory shards like soft caress of some once-lovers touch,cut ya deep cut ya bad,like th sum of your vices,like the she-beast I envision watches from my open closet,like I remember once seein her, turnin myself in fear of her,where my mirror sits,peer through my flesh by hidden meatslits,free the pureself,try as ignore,taken 2 her breast,she hold me deep within wide driven breadth of all corners of her flesh,claw against th egoista n' barbed wirehung bitch swinging sabers like barred teeth,4 show unless shown 2have gone pro,fall in2 a dream,fall in2 th shadows,obscured by own inhibitors,like any other useless untapped potential,like puttin a perfectly good bomb rite back in th box,how'd ya even get it out 2 begin,our second place,like a cure 2 dysfunction & losing it not so many months after,riddled w/ shit that just aint holes, and thats the issue, no spongebob or enemy of the amerikan gov,not worth a spatula or a handful of brass,sittin on a flask of poision & ash,waste not yet meant to b
Abrasion from something soft like snow, I slip in the glass and get a beautiful tiny dash in skin from rubbing across cold sand...
I search for flesh and here i get "human fleshlight" and other such garbage.... You're fucking disgusting , all of you, I was once a human, but these days no longer, thats why Im in a headache so constantly, I'm become something less man, and more animal , they couldnt define me properly in their statistics and borders, for I am not one of them, and their words cannot so truthfully describe me. I go to search human , oh no, Humiliation? Are you fucking kidding me? Sissy, kink, cuck, cunt, cock, fuck, cum , dirty words and dirty expressions for which in some part I wholly wish for you to express, be free, but.... sex is something of an animal, and In my mind It's wrong to be an animal, or to be human. It's all the worst things, sex, temptations, I swear I sound like some lover of christ, but I love not, and I believe not
I'm backwards and forwards, slipping like one in some sanity bathing funk
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I believe I am dealing with the withdrawal, or I simply feel shite, but I reckon that's enough of that. It's uninteresting, and I think there was something I saw in trainspotting that I amplified the horror of in my delusion. I don't like it. I have to watch the movie over again... maybe in a weeks time. It was horrible. I didn't expect that at all. The tragedies of this media.. I didn't know the movie had such dep8ction of heroin use, guess I didn't know the true scope of things. Based off some novel by Irvine Welsh, I need to read that now. It's now clear to me that this movie is more than some comedic stretch of imagination. These are real horrors. It isn't gonzo journalism like Fear And Loathing in Las Vegas. (The film was good buut,.. i still need to read the book). I don't know, I feel very sick. I'm taking a break. I'll have one of my writings wrapped up in full soon. 35 pages it looks like, I don't know. Maybe I should let it go on longer, or maybe that's just one chapter ..
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