4:51 Post Meridiem Eastern Standard Time June Los Estados Unidos Earth Friday Tired Clueless Sick The two thousand and seventeenth year of our Lord Northern Hemisphere Mid West Early-ish Evening-ish Lonely-ish Bruised Fierce Frustrated Ohio 81 degrees -84.062692 longitude Beavercreek City The 9th of the month Crazed Confused Lost Sweet and thoughtfully selfish Is satisfaction … Continue reading Enter a plea of guilty
Its cloudy and it’s normal because June brings gloom But it’s hot and it’s exciting because the days have room And you’re just as beautiful as you were last year Right around this time when I didn’t know you’d appear I didn’t know then that you were mine I didn’t know then that I’d get … Continue reading Plastic Orange Popcicles
I’ve had a dude in my ear for nearly three years now, running me the most elaborate harlequin romance game. This cat has said the most unbelievable shit and within 72 hours of knowing me, he loved me, or so he said. Now, I’m not the smartest person in the world but I am a … Continue reading Fleetwood Mac’s Greatest Hits
I tell myself shit like, self love is my only business but as you can clearly see, fuck me… I tell myself corny shit just so that my demons get to sleep My rhymes are doltish right now Just like you, fool My rhymes are obtuse right now and we all play so confused I tell myself … Continue reading Sanguineous Crust
I don’t want to talk about how sad I am, how forlorn, how empty, how pseudostrong, I’m using pseudo wrong, so I don’t want to discuss how you fill me when you feel me, how every second is infinity, where the cosmic quest’s objective is met, electric kiss of elusive kismet, so close to me, … Continue reading Anakin Skywalker
I stare at your mountain from the bottom and I’m scared You’ve started growing out of the bulbs of my hair I put my feet up in stone crevices and pull my body’s weight No innocents have been damaged during this cursed phase I’m too high up the hill now to survive a fall I wasn’t … Continue reading Pico Bolivar
Purposely puncturing holes In people’s paper hearts Purely for the thrill of it The past is patient but I still need you apparently… Pissing off the pawns with pain filled propaganda Pining for the end of it The pulse is vacant but uhm where are you presently? Pushing palms into the fucked up faces of … Continue reading Cosmic Dick Wrinkles
