PinkPussy cat pink, yeast I think, I think I’m happy. A pill falls desperately feasts upon gloom. Bon appetite'.Pink
Another week and I’m a free man, free for all, free to glass-fuck relentlessly, deep into the vast worlds of beyond where queer mellows drone the carpet ripe shadows that laugh nose-riddled ‘scentlessly’.
Now before I save myself do I know myself? She doesn’t know…….. And if I waste myself will my teeth show? Who will chew my food while I smile?
The petting cells where I reside? The slack howls of gloom incubating oblivious so sweet, babies a-booming? – kitten blue-candy whores. The weary
CarlyCurly you, Grocery pet cocktail waitressCarly
I somewhat forget
Remember the colour
the consequence a wishy-washy manifest
UntitledI do not know the men who you claim with outrage and with out roar. The men that you decorate with situation,Untitled
The men you pin-stripe across vertical insight
their minds you set, pin-point and deliver.
Let me explain the situation
and let me deny influence and control. These years are the thugs, who robbed me mercilessly as I begged your pardon,
chalky, halcyon
and robbed you of the best of what you had never mind.
And if I may or if I might. I’m losing sight of nothing important, fair-haired or dignified. Pseudo-suitability, Retrospect, E
UntitledGod bless the momentary liberalists, haunting reverence from the shadows of there own fears. The white trash grape drones inseminating a society of mastermind sadists, would-be crazed gypsies or pollen quaint school girls. Urban remedies, poppy red chiefs and house wife stigmatists calculate prudently while Afro-friend nobodies reek of destitution.Untitled
My contemporary fellowship pursuing dreams of domesticated impotence, dot com and photogenic pink. Wednesday petting gutter slags questioning a faith of queer small X folds. A leap of skeptical alliance in the very existence of galactic fornication.
Where were we amo
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