Kkk

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Buzz

Wierd dreams stretching seams drawn out weapons. Explosions. Morbid scenes. Blood and gore. Forlorn hope. Empty doors. Shriek. Freak. Panic attack. Break free. Cant go. Nowhere. No more. Mindfucked. Spine stuck. Fine rock bashed. Dime a dozen. Rhyme for nothing. Just. Exercise. Exerflex. Ur ultimate cardiovascular experience! Sexperience. Miss free loins. Free me from the misery of my cherry popping. De flower me. Rage me take me then simply discard me. Lost. Puppet. Not a lover. Rover. Tamer. Game player. But not tonight. Tonight im buzzed. Im unloved. Im fussed. I throw a party. I hasty. I party. I rock. Crotch. Crotch crotch. Crotch crotch crotch. Blow me bitch. Ur lost. Ur tasteless. Ur gone. Home. To where the broken dreams lay like so many shards of glass. Pricking u when ur memory steps on them. The lust. That u once displayed. Was just. But then u played. Pity me! Im lost. Im just. A puppy on the road. Ur a lorry. U fuckin ran me over. U bastard! U killed me! But u didnt succeed. I stabbed the wound. I made it worse. But i made it better from the other side. Morbid. Illusions. Dreaming. Wierd. Lost. Puppet. Not a lover but a fucker. A fucker of a sort never seen or heard before. A rocker to a song. Sung by the cradle. Oh that bloody baby! Somebody save me! Im trapped! Am i trapped? Or hav i trapped myself? In a drunken stupor. That night on ur porch. What did i do? Oh what? No what? What! What? What is what. It is just a simple word. Describing nothing. We are all nothing. And yet we are all everything as wel. On a roll. On a toll. The shmuck. The dumb shmuck. The rock. Of gib. The rock of kim. The rock of kil. The rock of everest. Lies beneath that snowy canopy. To jump out. Black. Daring. Fearless. U thought u forgot. U thought We Forgot! But not! Ur going down. To burn. To churn in fire. To learn. To go on. To knw. Perhaps. One day. To knw perhaps. The truth was dr in front. To reach to grab. But no effort. Now im tired.

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Lust

Lusting after u
like a dirty little dude
chasing after you
while u lead me on a dance
unawares of the effects
that you have
there comes a point of standstil
when i decide
whether to stay or go.
Leaving u to be lusted
by someone new.
Letting go of u
from the lusty part of my brain
putting u back down
on the pedestal where u'd been lain.
Its a funny feeling i knw
when iv got u my options simply narrow
excluding everything else
for a long long time i suddenly think,
iv been thinkin of ur little sexy self.
But now i'l leave u on that shelf.
Where uv been lying all along.
Occasionally being taken down
to be looked upon and lusted on.
But i really want to knw
if i lust after u will u really knock on my door?
For if i leave u alone now
i wont be able to comprehend
lusting after u again.
So let that be so
because thats what i really want, u knw.
To be free from your lustful presence.
Nagging my mind.
Free to go, wherever i want to go.
Please. Let it be so.

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Why i fucking hate u

I fucking hate u
for the shit i get from u
i fucking hate u
for the love u threw
i fucking hate u
for the bitch u are today
i fucking loved u
but u threw it all away

now leave me the fuck alone please
my life is going on a path thats not yours
leave me the fuck alone u sadistic bitch
i want to be free from your absolute demoralizing shit

yes i hurt u
yes i pained
and yes, u took me back
but i never fucking asked u to.
I never once begged u to
take me the fuck back
u should hav left me and moved on
way, way long ago.

and now im fucking suffering
cos i kept letting u back in
and u just come barging in
just calling me a monster
for al the shit i put u thru
again and again
u put me down and trample me wit ur little pointy shoe.
Im through!
You heard me bitch im fucking through!
Leave me the fuck alone

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Need

Never start needing anything. For the moment u start needing it, u will lose it. Unless perhaps, u submit to it. And that is something many of us r not made strong enough to do.

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Reflection

All the objects, places and faces that are so much a part of us that they intensify our loneliness and we are forced to love them because there will be no others after them. They have involuted into us and we into them; they have created around us the optical illusion of everyday life. At most they are capable, like a mirror, of inverting the symmetry of our lives.




Jean Baudrillard

From; Cool Memories

War

When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision: all their characters were reflected in my face. The Phenomena were roused.-- At present, the eternal inflection of moments and the infinity of mathematics drives me through this world where I meet with every civil honor, respected by strange children and prodigious affections.-- I dream of a War of right and of might, of unlooked-for logic. It is as simple as a musical phrase.




Arthur Rimbaud

from Illuminations