it was the exact same shot....

girl face down in her own alcoholic filth

"camping" on a picnic table.

the good thing about watching the late night crap is that a photo of viv seems to have made it on the carson shit photoshopped to look like nicole kidman... or so the fun scensors would have me drunkenly believe.

it was it was welcher crotch kite
and i don't care, fly right and standstill
i scope out where we can go by crashing
into the turf eventually i raise enough hell
to be left alone, wow
starwberry rings
and i threw the tv out the window
my brain went with it
and i can't care
i hate ihate i hate
only this feeling but you won't
leave it alone

i wish i could just grit my teeth and get through this next one... i never even get it, fuck im such an asshole... and i believe in anything... please try and turn me on.

you have no idea how lucky all of you are that i just wanna do this because this shared reality we have... it's all you screaming in my head....FUCK OFF i'm disapointed in all of you, and this is gonna come even slower... you have no idea what this is like trying do this, and all alone.... fucking social midgets, look to the and(,) try to understand.

any one retarded look to the right and see the poetry die, and the music disappear

a-pex-pax more on the one's who still feel.

Now there's no god damned person for everyone and we know that shit easily we say but the way peeps make decision you'd think we don't have a time limit but rather a sadness in our toughts where our comprehension LIES all i have is desperation, despair is a distant retarded "cousin inbred beyond all EVENT HORIZON(,) possiblities..


so everyone fuck right off...

i will die

and so will you so if you can read this and want to be my "friend" you'll know this and fuck right off, so that if anything unclenches your sphincter, ex -lax'll be sorry.

That's it, all my teeth are out of my face, i look alot better, but getting down this gruel spells death.

and not getting it down will be hell to the nth degree
wasting away into subtle entropy.

Hey mid afternoon, wow my life is awesome, i ,ove all of you and i wish this could just go on forever yes and as the twist and turns of coats get deeper and the weaqther gets colder i'm sure thias will all be okay... and i am having so much fun writing thias with the dyslexia and the concentration and the linearness off it all, signing off to get more drunk.

tangents kick ass.

i don't even know what the fuck i was going to say stupid computer thats why the physical world remains my memory.

if you're quiet, you will hear me

leaving so softly

swearing

i don't care.


i'm no good for anyone and i don't like many of you and i'm such a down

i think its better this way

wouldn't you say

i'm off to gently sadden blows

embittered bliss

and battered prose.

what is possible here?

only death after death

each one more magnificent than the last.

i am goooooone now.



i got to fake it again tomorrow, i don't have the energy, ban circumstance.