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About Me

I stand alone,Burned every bridge over the troubled water,No longer hiding from my personality disorder,A stronger tide is coming and I've been running trying to function fine,With out my mind,Climbing out this fucking corner,I was born a thorn away from the rotten petals,...A forgotten rebel...,Passed through the absence of parentally hands,To develop an evident level of benevolence,So it's probably better I sold my sold to the devil,This is a message to anyone I met that thinks they know me,Don't pretend to understand any of the issues that I'm holding,I was in a rush to grow up, look Dad look Mom my cuts,What do the get out of this,Just a stomach in disgust,And the fear,That I might go nuts it's clear,If in a mental institution I don't end up,I'll see it all one way,One day this shit'll kill me but I guess that it's OK,I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love poems,I just use them to escape,I'm caught between wanting to punch someone in the face,And putting a bullet in my head to leave the human race,Everything takes its toll but there's no tolls I can take,I haven't yet found a good reason to be awake,Introducing the corroded emptiness I hide behind my smile,I'm peeling the mask back and revealing the poet thespian,Feeling my organs drilling distorted short portions of morbid acid,It keeps the torture unfortunately crafted interests to orbit my portrait and inflict my image with disorder,The minutes get shorter, the walls start to close in,Feels like the brain is hanging on but with clothes pins,I've hidden in the darkness for too long,I make it look all right but in the inside its so wrong,I want life to change but I don't know if it can,For a man or machine or whatever the fuck I am,I want to die in my life then come and stay in madness' favorite little corner..........

My Interests

I feel like a mannequin... a floating, involved, translucent, plastic fucking mannequin.On a JC Penny's Department store fucking r0ller..........expression is my exengency.We woke up to the Burger King... Part autobiography is my idea.... Father/Hood will the concept convey...... A male and a social unit percent it away...... Subjective single dick is a victim........ Treatise fuck lines my page voyage........ The leaves this morning appropriate opiates...... God is not a real family man....... Basic motor control hangs onto amazing..... Compose the book bag lint into empty health..... Fun pain with empty stomache sweet mouth...... Shoes quote the essence of the addict......... Company is apathy in the reality curtain...... Cut away from local freedom in the present debt.........synaps language poet intercourse.. taking clothes off to hear interested....... read obscene sandwich of junkie electric cat gravel......................Shh sound feel vision mind read sex... Crotch humpy gross six legger......... LSD no wash brain good food now.... Exactalufagoshitnnyputite exariggnfuckalin....... Schitzowhatchya ma fuck my bed crazy limit........ Die automacy in laymen's lament dictionary whore.......THE LIGHT iT iS So DAMN bright.......A fresh water hole in an African Savanah... The light is quiet....... quiet and dry.

I'd like to meet:

That's me in the corner of social oblivion,Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom,That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges,Buried in each beat of the heart I was once proud to home in on situations,If only my substance held a higher level of potence,I might be able to drown the portion of my mind,Which is trapped in the infinite hoard Of my tour through the flames of this hell,Sometimes gunfire is brighter than the sunshine,And sometimes a child's scream influences every dream,Sometimes we fool ourselves into thinking we've moved on,But no way,no how,do we ever forget what we've seen,I dug deep into my system to find nutrition for others,Lost sleep,tossed and turned,only to learn love is expensive,Talk was cheap,till my thoughts grew feet,Now I take them on walks with me,But don't let them off the leash,Cause they might cross the street and get hit,Listen to my written,I pretended to need a friendship,With many forms of energy till everyone repented Now I'm end this with a sentence(?)and a sentence becomes a way of life,To stay the night with my notebook,then wake up the next day to write,Again,and again,and again,and again,and again,and again,Until my pen is inevitably inseparable from my finger skin,Lingering in the depths of this pool of resendential,Fighting a million and ten inner battles that'll sprain my neck(?)lossing my head to keep cool,(True),I stay on the down low,Meaning proof for the bleeding,Is it useful in the council,Meaning it cheaper what you believe to be the truth at the moment Yeah,I'm exceeding the quotient and people arefeeding me tokens,But the machine must be broken..............

Music:

ROCK ON!..........................

Movies:

Alice In Wonderland,Requiem For A Dream,Kids,Fear And Loathing In Los Vegas,Lord Of The Damned,Interview With The Vampire,The Wall,blah blah blah............ect.........

Television:

is broken................... Fake God raped my sperm in the neon quicksand with pretty grace. We laughed in the sold-out bleachers and the blue sky fell on us. Yes it is very important that it is blue. So while trespassing the barriers of language/communication a mouse caught a cough for the sole purpose of my unadultured expression in this very utter instant. Yes, praise; now stay for some cold, bitter tea because the old suede couch is quite agreeable to your backside sliding down a monkey on a smooth, picturesque, green Chinese mountain eating snowflakes without stopping now sandals prepackaged on large cargo ships express to Germany but don't stay long.turn off the T.V.Pages keep flying and ink never runs dry. Listen close damnit! I AM SAYING SOMETHING OF EXPLICITLY PROFOUND IMPORTANCE and Jim Morrison fucked a Native American while singing the Blues very softly into the cricket's ear. Oh books love books and then some because doorknobs hold the fucking answer Not to truth- That is the wrong way Now do it correctly again.Green stars and astronauts with lines through their great cardboard noses. Yess Come do the HELL with me, my favorite dance of conformity. And bombs do not yes they do burst chimes and holiness in your ear canal love the way it slimes so pretty to the fucking brain. Reproduction. Ahh. glasses won't make me stop sing Sing SING keep going in or jail will take us over don't let that happen. Embrace it not freedom but good, liberty just for today if you please. I sit politely in the blue book cover with an amazing feat of predictable, symbolic inhuman justice. Buildings bring down up to civilization while crying henceforth the smelly babies have no where to go and yes while this took me over graciously full on Mexican food driving in Honda dozing off because do it correctly again Thank you.And i did it while the homosapiens were looking at golden blood pieces in the sink. Being fucky funky, pleasant mistake, has its own great amounts of gratification for now for sex and tomorrow. Be good or they will castrate you into Heaven; tell you things that don't make any sense- not like this- not at all which taste like strawberries in the enormous fields of eternity. And blessings fell fall - NO monstrosity do NOT believe me, taste it for others - you do not matter. Carpet, oh carpet. Ode to you and your wonderful allergy causing fibers. Fibers synthetic. Fibers of knowledge. Let's get stoned! Don't you agree?Clove ash sprinkles into nothingness on porcelain love and click smack fart ah fire! Wonderful, yes now it is becoming fabulous. Please don't read all of this aloud you will hurt yourself - That THAT is the one thing i promise you tonight. That.Here I go again i'm a monkey cat with paper and pimples.Do it for peace. Revolutions have become boring.splattered covering like/as blankets; I don't want to type it but must for the ungrateful unenlightenment of all. Even the Beats might not get it - Beat Beatnik you should, you should definitely like that word. Sped Speed. Speed Speed STOP .just bursting out thoughts...is that wrong? did I do it wrong? well Now do it correctly.

Books:

Book? what is a book?.......

Heroes:

My Parents............is that corny.........oh well.......................

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