| "When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me." -Morrissey No nabbing my work. All writings are my property. |


Aid and Youth SerumBi-mental aerial, of sand paper moles and cancerous folds underneath my bosom. Reaching for more, with fingers so cold the tips of my teeth nails, so blistered and old.Aid and Youth Serum
But we have nothing, but cartoonish odes and promises unkempt like wind blown hair.
Sing to me and rock my walls harder than anyone or anything.
Hurt me and make me bleed you indolent God. You've got no remorse
for the girl of the mud.


Lust Is HungryI've got a heart ache, a palpitation of arranged pace and a rhythm of change.Lust Is Hungry
No silhouette wandering as this sex glows, and deception fire on the bedroom emote.
I'd like to see more than your silly portrait and your subtle invite of penetration.
Taste mouth of innocent, boy in a slang of language I cannot decipher or hang.


Horror In Attacks or BedsArt piece in motive, estrogen claim from all of the anger, in retrospect angst.Horror In Attacks or Beds
Senile and violent, puppets of moist ill written motives, and choices too bold to be righteous.
Nobody's home here, ancient constants that act as a catalyst for woes and uneven frowns in mountainous, manic morals.
Speak better, baby tease better, lazy eye so frowned upon but I see the beauty.
Erode the shallow hearted, senile woman and close her eyes to anything that hurts or sings demise.
No loving winter, no loving wind when cold is


after the beepshedding desire and doing exactly what i've always wanted to do when i say "some days i want to crawl out of my own skin," i'm on vacation, far away from my mental office.after the beep
please leave your message after the beep.
beep.


Along the Lines of AbandonmentWe laugh so hard we cry,Along the Lines of Abandonment
But rarely cry so hard we laugh. Oh its strange.
Of course; A fine line between curiosity and caring.


Three-way conversation"Don't spill it, don't waste any of it on them. Keep it to yourself, you'll need it all."Three-way conversation
I speak to myself, I encourage myself. I keep telling myself stuff, why do I keep doing this idiotic things?
"Keep your energy to yourself, don't let them know you still have it. Use this energy for your struggle, use it to fight for your legacy."
Again I'm talking to myself, what am I, some sort of psycho? Why do I keep doing this, why can't I be normal like everyone else?
"Stop doing this Mike", aargh there I do it again. &n

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life is fiction; fiction is art; art is life
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"Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand."
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"Got half a mind to spend my whole paycheck on one of those dresses, those strapless black ones that are so famous for teaching lessons..."
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life is fiction; fiction is art; art is life
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life is fiction; fiction is art; art is life
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