we gather, and we sing. i am not there. i am a comfort to my mother, who has lost her father but i am not there.
†† the king is dead; long live the king † his boxing gloves atop his polished coffin † his fields stretch out a-yonder † his castleís sliding doors. † † † in his iambs and his rhymes † godís will be done. † in his childrenís grieven voices † his legacy will come. † † † they line the street in lieu of † † dancing for his spirit as they ought- condolences fill pages of a memoir † ...
iíve a mind to starve myself to death on your doorstep, but iíll need three square meals a day to do it. what use is it to protest with a closed mouth? yet it must be shut against the bile that rises. and should you force my mouth to open you may find i will heartily, retchingly consume you to your fingernails, in objection that anyone else should be subject to the taste. however, i find myself unhungry, having eaten well. i have eaten well in preparation to starve myself to death on your doorstep
im afraid youíll persuade me to come over and i canít come over right now
so i never message you first hand in my overgrown pubic hair
one time we talked about underwear how if she wears a matching set then you didnít surprise her; she planned for sex every time Iíve seen you lately Iíve been wearing a new clean matching bra and pants every time Iíve seen you lately Iíve taken them off
am i too old to be weak with passion or am i losing my imagination it frightens me the scarcity with which i fuck but itís only so little because it canít be you and if it canít be you i am sure to be disappointed...
I want to lick your cerebellum the rasp of my rough cilla'd tongue leaving its blood beaded scratch
get into all the nooks and crannies then eat our mental thoughts spread on toast delicious and get high on them even better
does that make me manic or a maniac?
the dsm will have to make space for us. in this new category of slime and filth we will writhe and reproduce in the new hallway of hell we have our rooms next each other i know its you cos i can hear you screaming i wont tell them your name no ...