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Have you ever dreamed about drowning in ashes
Of burnt bodies
Of cremated cities?

It's an interesting phrase
"drowning in ahses"
I think it's the name of a band.

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blood leaks from my fingers
anxiety sings from the blood
and the blood, oh it shivers from the anxiety.

sweat beads accumulate on the raw skin
of my anxious fingers
from my bleeding song.

And my mother always told me
not to pick my cuticles
right before she'd puff her pipe
right before she'd clear the bong.

guess

when you look for meaning in everything, everything becomes meaningless

Every body is
Somebody
When you know them

But
they can easily be
Forgotten

Well Ain't That A Bitch

I hate the pain
of loving...

I hate the pain
of not...

My Little Friend Would Like This

For the biggest part of me
I can't understand

Why i grieve the loss of a bee
Before i grieve the loss of a man

Exist?

I’m surrounded by fog
Too thick to see through

I can hardly breathe
Hardly think
Hardly be

Eventually, maybe
Some day I’ll escape

But for now I think I’ll just sleep

How am i doing?

I’m dealing with the loss
Of a friend
And a best friend

Irony is
I’ve lost them both
To other people
Lovers

this needs a title...

I built a house atop a hill, and made it glorious and mine.

I sat by the window watching the stormy waves crash against the cliffs.
I listened to the plump rain drops splatter against the glass.
And I was thankful.

The sun woke me to a new day; its gentle rays embraced me with the deepest love one could know.
My heart and mouth unified in a smile.
My skin sang and my soul echoed.


And the ground shook.
*
The sky cracked.
*
The light dissipated with a grey-blue backdrop.


I watched my arched ceiling concave.
I felt dust from the drywall flutter into my eyes.
I pulled the pillow over my head and let the dark encompass me.

Recovered I stand-
Atop a hill of trash
Atop a hill split in two


…Atop my glorious rubble of which I’ll make mine.

Fattened with gratification
You ooze emerald and avidity

The sweat beads are plummeting from your thick brow
They splatter, oily and pearlesque with fruitful intention

Crevasses between rolls milky in touch and stench
You’re a sick pig of satisfaction…

Soon enough your eyes will blacken and your flesh will flay

Dating is for anyone- Loving is for few.....

When you lose trust in yourself everything else goes out the

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We're all living in a fantasy world attempting to exist in a point in time passed...

this is what i'm really doing when you see me sitting at my desk

I was sitting- i mean keeping busy doing my job at work, watching people go by. A girl, bout 7 years old, passed, tugging her shirt down over her swimsuit. It crossed my mind "Kids shouldn't be so self conscious."

Then i thought about it. The word "should" is more often then not awful. And who am i to say kids aught to be one way or another? (esp. in this time)

And what a great study it would be: self consciousness within the time line of a life. Hmm--

-i know i'm not phrasing everything right, but it's concept not content

You think you're so advanced....

Has anyone else forgotten that we're still wearing plants as clothes?

the random questions and observations i almost forgot

1) Listening to Nine Inch Nails is like getting fucked by the Terminator or Frank Castle.

2) What would be the difference between a zombie filled with blood and a zombie filled with embalming fluid?

3) Hardship always benefits someone

4) An honest person makes the best liar.

5) A necrophiliac has sex with a zombie. Is pregnancy a possibility?

so life has come to this:

Sitting at work, drinking coffee, google-ing images of baby sloths...

and crying-cuz they're just so damn cute.

No girl to fuck but yourself

first i wanted to dance.
then i wanted to watch them dance.
While watching them dance, i realized i wanted to make them into art.
Attempting to create this art- i found myself wanting to fuck them.
imagining fucking them, i ended up fucking myself.

a new level of being let down

Marvel sold themselves-
but not to DC or anyone somewhat deserving...
the sold themselves to Disney.
Prepare for the desecration of a lifetime

Conflict...Part II: Even More!

And even more-
(indeed the question that spawned the prior inquisition-)

Are genders more partial to specific pitches and/or sounds?
(basically do women prefer a pitch/sound more than men, and do men prefer a sound/pitch more than women?)

i'm sure there are studies on this sort of thing----but i wanna discuss and formulate speculations before i go full fledged research on every one's asses.

most of my concept of life.....in shallow detail

okay so pretty much life is a glowing orb(the color of the orb may be associated with your aura) with a silk ribbon spiraling down it and eventually winding up itself. (If it reaches back to the top then the individual has become self-actualized or possibly altruistic by the time of death.)
(*also it should be noted that the color of the ribbon indicates the over-all path you took in life -the energies you based actions upon, etc)

Inside the glowing orb is You. there are many layers and dimensions of You- indicating depth of consciousness and perspective. Also, the little spec we call You is divided (typically into the ID, EGO, and SUPER-EGO-)but is subject to change based on the individual. At the core of You there are 7 different energies known as chakras.

So basically the glowing orb is existence and the spiralling ribbon is the execution. Any questions??

haha- told you it was shallow detail.