Tuesday, September 8, 2009

flesh wounds; surface faces phoney .

AND I'VE BEEN PUTTING OUT FIRE . WITH GASOLINE .

you do not do, you cannot do, you will not do .

it's that sticky feeling that cannot be shaken off ..
clings, flings .
diseases are catchy too, just like you.
trapped ?
breathe honey, it's okay .
it happens to the best of us .

oh yeah . because you are the best of us .
fuck me, i suppose i was just the chewing gum .
did you spit me out, or was i stuck underneath your shoe ?
the fleshy life, powdered pure pink that
made your skin come alive like a million worms,
spasms flowing and eating you?
did you like it did you like it?

i doubt your meaning, your existance .
don't fucking worry "honey", it does happen to the fucking best of us .

i think you shat .
because no offence, but i can smell it from over here,
you and your so called importance .
fucking impotent importance .

passive aggressive, passive aggressive .
".. nobody said your name ."
echo echo,
stupidity burns, acidic churns .
a layer spent; human trash .

doesn't matter, won't let up .

that itch lies surface borne, sinking its rotten yellow
teeth into me;
sticky spent flesh, a little too close .
ticky tick, it settles . we all know how that story folds .

suck suck suck 'em dry .
we die die die
oh no am i here AGAIN ?
how does this story never fucking end ?

i suppose i pray to my god of nonexistance,
of your evaporation, some pretty and morbid end>
you ain't no more fucking mortal than any one of us .

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