that little boy who so feared death has now grown up to lament breath
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@ferdinandclegg
that little boy who so feared death has now grown up to lament breath
i am my mother’s son
my mother is a cunt
the russian room belongs to no-one
siouxsie
there was once when a loose acquaintance’s cat perished, and i knew they were cozy with a ravenous mob who built from me hoaxed fallacies of sexual predation, but assigned her condolence regardless for loss should reside outside such barriers. their response was not mercy, but excision. they should have perished instead.
i was happier when i was sad ‘cause my ennui and frustration were but all i had
february
she felt violated because her friends didn’t care for my face, but it turned out she really liked fourth-wave ska, so
- if any of us - who was really raped?
the tragedy of still being lonely
was it almost a year ago that i drank two bottles of scotch, sobbed your goddamn name all over this floor, & beat your best friend at chess?
in all my
fantasies,
you are
celibate;
touchless
i’m a five-finger hatefuck
a heart of gold
a cock of quartz
in platinum ribs
and diamond shorts
darling, there's but two ways out -
of this truth, i have no doubt:
thro' the kindness of my kiss,
or by the severance of your wrists.
to charge an interest of consequence on bounced accountabilities
i am motive without means
i became henry darger for yr bathtub fresco; a porcelain elsie paroubek i scrambled to induct into my gallery, but the proofs went down the drain and she didn’t speak english and she drowned and i spoke it a little too well and i drowned for that and me and this dead little polack are both pieces of shit floating in the sewer under yr lavatory but the difference is i know who killed me so at least there’s closure
i was a vacation you’ve come to regret ...but you were my country
ours is a war i will forever fight and if it can't be won, i'll pray death takes me in the night; o, lord - thy will be done but it's only a war because peace is so much scarier isn't it?