GLSH (5-HT)

w/e

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death to the fuck squadron.

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hello tumblr

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numbers are very important i think. do not forget the importance of numbers in everyday decision making.

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poem titled: 'im not saying what i did was responsible, im saying that to be upset with the consequences would be irresponsible'

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My new piece ‘Flat Earth’ is featured on Dead Beats Literary Blog, check it out!

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i wrote a sacrilegious chamber poem and it’s featured in the new issue of Finnish lit mag Nervous Horse

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Giiiiiih!

Nervous Horse #2 is finally here: http://nervoushorse.com/2013-2/index.htm

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i wanna give you head while i hear you rant about what the universe means

this is great

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random blurbs from my journal

*disclaimer : all of this was written while under the influence of various substances* + i killed myself yesterday + i need ‘work’ in every sense of the word + im on Kensington Avenue. it’s ten minutes to two. a man in a red shirt just got in his car. i wonder where he could be going. another man in a gray long sleeved just walked down the block, talking on his phone. he spoke in Arabic. i think he’s beauty. i think he’s sex. i decided to follow him. im approaching him now. i am scared of what might happen. i just walked past him. i couldn’t smell him. [PRO DEO ET PATRIA] + everyone is a pervert and an idiot + i need to smoke more weed. the weed is what’s doing this. the weed is determined to take control of my mind, and bring it to its knees. i will not lose. + i’m not sad. just seriously fucking disturbed. i don’t feel right. but i know everything is actually okay. i need to get off drugs. + appeal to religious people, seek religious ebooks + she was so pretty. her eyes were just like fall back rhythms. + i want to write the Bible. i’m literally going to re-write the Bible. + Welsh was a young girl of only 14. And her pussy ached for her next door neighbor. His name was Jordan. He was Dominican. She would watch him from her window & play with her pussy while she imagined him sweaty & thrusting in-and-out of her. + i’m riding into the city today. i’m only going for a bag of life savers. this will probably be the highlight of my day. + vacuum baby milk goddess + cow quiver : you have a goofy face/squeeze me out/what happened there?/did you forget to close your eyes when you jumped off the cliff and into the sky? + Santa Claus got a big black ass, and i put that shit right on the tip of my dick so he can bounce on it with jolly ass cheeks and a bag of toys + poets need editors the way rappers need producers, i think + …psychologically, i can’t take it anymore. i feel like i’m barely holding on to my sanity. + i would love to be clean. i would love to have a baby with you. i wish you could get me pregnant. + i have salvia on my person. i feel like the gatekeeper to another plane, another universe, another life, another existence. THE SHAMAN. + (suck) my ethereal divinity

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in the midst of a desert storm there is a war raging, and it's all happening in the seemingly infinite space between my left and right ears.

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the rain has slowed and the thunder is not as loud as i need it to be, but the lightning has started and i'm about to turn off every light in my room and open the windows wide so i can enjoy the 'show.' my thoughts have shifted from death and ambition to sex and my heart is still beating at an irregular pace. although i'm 'thinking about sex' at the moment, my thoughts are not concrete. they are non-linear and out of focus. mainly words come to mind. words like 'sling' 'strap' and 'leather harness.' i'm thinking about chests and pink nipples, and i'm not entirely sure what it all means right now. my mind is cluttered, like the room of requirement in Harry Potter (lol). a room full of junk. junk. junk. junk. junk. junkie. sex is junk. junk sex. Magical junk sex 5000. junks make sex. my junk makes sex. my junk makes sense. there is power in my junk.

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the rain is still going on and i am thinking about how overwhelmed i sometimes feel ('sometimes' meaning 97.2% of my waking hours), and how that feeling would probably look like a giant leech moving slow over the center of a bald man's head if it were to be visually manifested. it's a feeling that maintains a certain heaviness over me from the moment i wake up until the moment hypnagogia begins, and i'm not sure what to do about it, but i think drugs are the only way to make it go away, if even temporarily.

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it's just started to rain now, and i can hear the thunder and i feel comforted by it because it's a force of nature more powerful than myself, and it makes me calm down,a little. but my heart is still pounding with anxiety and every once in a while i feel like i'm completely lost in the world, and every once in a while i feel like i'm throwing my life away, and every once in a while i remember that at some point in 'the future' i will be dead and will have nothing to complain about because dead people can't talk. and sometimes i feel comforted in knowing death is imminent, but other times i feel even more confused and stupid, and i get impatient waiting for death to take me, so i fantasize about suicide, but clearly i haven't acted on my fantasies because dead people can't type either.

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and my heart is beating a little faster than it should because i'm anxious and anticipating the things that i most desire, even though i have no idea when ill experience those things in concrete physical reality. i'm frustrated and maybe a little too passive for my own good, and all i can think about are the subtle intricacies of dominance vs. submission, and im wishing i had someone around to own and possess me, because maybe, being owned and possessed will bring me out of my self-aware bubble long enough for me to feel relatively 'happy,' or something.

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im in my room, the door is closed and locked and the TV is on, but the volume is all the way down to 2 so i can't hear a thing except for the sound of my voice in my head, and i think my soul is crying, maybe, because i have no amphetamines.

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dogculture2001 replied to your post: lol anyone interested in acquiring 20+ pages of...

shit, i'd love that, not gonna lie

heh it's yours my friend! im happy to give it to u

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endlessmike420 replied to your post: is there a way to like, go 'somewhere' and never...

A place called Kokomo?

hahaha i wish man