Gettin’ sh!t on like I’m The Villian, got this queasy feeling on the line reeling, coming undone at the same time wound up and spun, I’m done playing but stuck at the table with The Dealer still dealing,
want to throw myself up out of myself, can escape every position except the one I’m in, can’t escape yourself if knowledge is wealth, then I’m loaded & still spending my winnings,
got Karma Credit but I’m morally cash poor, because I just fckt my girlfriend as if she was a whore, and I feel terrible or rather horrible...
the pills and booze and music together brought about a small puff of air or tuft of obliteration deep inside, and she heard in the gored-out alcoves of her inner ear a chittering of typewriters, of keyboards, or else a chattering of xylophones ringing an arid skitter across the soundtrack of her life
Alarming heart wrenching (stabbing non-abating with genuine appall ling brutality) zing across screen, or in print exacerbating forcing, imposing viewer, and/or reader to revisit
atavistic primal past activating 21st century Homo sapien to experience (albeit vicariously) quotidian tragic news, which relentlessly doth wring realistic sadness, sans psychic sting eventually admitting figurative (sic) kill your hammer
Felt like damaged goods My entire life Tumultuous existence Since childhood Brokenness led to Not knowing how to make A grown-up choice Second and third-party Guessing myself Being told I don't know How to live my own life well Duality in my unworthy Unwholly spiritual zoulrelm Has made some of living This only one life I 've been lyvyng One heck of an internal Hell!!!
A puzzle I am even unto myself…a mystery not even I can resolve. I have never understood why I do or act the way I do…the mystery never dissolves With every leap I take into a brand new day I blow myself away Thinking and over-thinking, analyzing and configuring myself like an unsolvable equation I’ve shot prayers up to the heavens asking the Almighty to explain, awaiting with anticipation For answers never answered…not even by the Almighty One. So, I’ve re-traced my footprints paved across the miles of my history and found...
(noah dee ya what activated the followwing mumbo jumbo gumbo potpourri.)
Within this cavernous mounting, and hollow belly aching numb skull o' mine mailer daemons craw ling besieging, bemoaning, and begrudging silence, a sibling heart of darkness changeling swapped within freshly
earthen grave dug - corpse heard feebly echoing sound of deathly hallows heaving - off vitiating undertakers jabbering rodomontade synchronized tolling tintinnabulation subterranean spilling repercussion,...
I am living in a husk This isn't really me That you are looking at My soul is old Withered beyond recognition This body is slowly dying my soul is ready for his end Is anybody listening Can anyone comprehend My mind is already dead This body is slowly dying This isn't me standing here I have already lost this battle I am saying goodbye my dear This husk is all That is keeping my soul together Ready to be taken away by the wind Like dust before the storm Blowing away all the disease ...
Ah...herewith ma usual dose of pablum from this meal lee mouthed muttering doggerel wordsmith, who now writes... so here's the deal, which reiterates a former zeal namely, the pleasant feel ling within this humble congenial
chap - thanking quasi fans heel ling muss card (scarred) psyche poetically donning kneel ling com pose sure (Colin Kapernick phonetic style, him an implacably steel) lee strong willed up standing heal