Zowie Renata
Perhaps I’ll get rid of that piss-stained mattress I’ve been sleeping on. Ig: @leaderskalana
Zowie Renata
Perhaps I’ll get rid of that piss-stained mattress I’ve been sleeping on. Ig: @leaderskalana
Perhaps I’ll get rid of that piss-stained mattress I’ve been sleeping on. Ig: @leaderskalana
Perhaps I’ll get rid of that piss-stained mattress I’ve been sleeping on. Ig: @leaderskalana
whined the Health-Conscious Poet:
he lied about his stagnancy because of a
disaster, inanimate animation, brain fried
don’t take it personally
replicas buy you in a grocery store
the sedated tourist replacing originality
the outdated, dejected pastor is sanguine
projecting a rejected sub linear voice
up high,
forward movement,
momentary rest
chastened momentum,
charting a cliff diving teased...
« The knife belongs to me, » the hyena told me as I left R.E.M., alongside the remainders of my un-mathematical spirituality.
Daytime nightmares perform as the books do, or as days to for the schizoid; bleeding together, like aphrodisiac nightmares.
To start the day off, a black coffee pity party.
I am so fucking lifeless, worthless, and fruitless.
As such, a vegetable pleasure garden in t...
Work out in my Michael Kors
Humbly feel like “The Shit”
When I visualize blowing my brain
To bits, I sit without flexibility
Stimulating myself by forgetting to
Be busy, I’m not easy, it’s not easy
Stream of consciousness, lead me
To a frenzy, who are I? Who are I?
Bad grammar; are I alive? Sigh.
Today, I considered all the stars
Where I are, in transition; atheist,
Nihilist salvation; I detect ...
Frost on the dog
Phone the bar keep
Allowed no allowance
At sea, meaning breathes
Bus handle noose
Loud, unchecked oil
Dust, candles, food
Move, you are not soiled
Duck, dick-goose
Proud, unchecked girl
Rusty handles brood
Move, you are so spoiled
Lost in the fog
Alone in the deep
Bound by a promise
That he couldn’t keep...
where did this cavity come from?
I’m so disgusting today
smelling of root canals and root beer lozenges
bloated stomach scarred with white
the old orphan scars
on my bloated stomach protruding
asking for some brothers and sisters
the dentist refused to check me
as did the surgeon
as did the physician
as did the psychotherapist
I’m sitting in an office
my mouth opens
expelling its foulness
I have ...