#planetgrave

[jesuscramp66670]

I am mildly upset that I didn’t think of getting the words “puke fite” tattooed on my knuckles before I got the ones I have. I could get them on my toes yes, but I have already dedicated my toes to having “drug piss” tattooed on them. #planetgrave #culling2020 #paulycreepo #folkpunk #murderfolk #suicidefolk #hippiecrack #covid19 #coronavirus #stayhome #smokeweedeveryday #smokehellaweed #quorentinedreams #boomerdoomer (at the Temple of Doom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-3ch0qh54s/?igshid=595pae5vjqvx

[jesuscramp66670]

Sequestered. Off the grid and burdened by my name. Somethings reaching through the fog. Nesting embers in a smoky womb. Into the sky dispersed a blackened plume. Splitting forth smoldering ashen cocoon, spreading wide gilded wings anew. Fleshy ripe amber glow. Shunned in wasteland so I’ll reign in Hell below. Transfixed, the shitty white Christians who fell down the ugly tree hit every single branch. Consume, complain, and discard. Asking for a manager and another side of ranch. The whole city is in flames and they can’t be satisfied. No reason why, just waitin’ around to die. While these Hobo blues got me chasing away sober days. #everyonegetscancer #planetgrave #recycle (at Dumpster Fire) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvQJuEcBoz1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tpliw9ciq42w

[jesuscramp66670]

We followed the breadcrumbs upon the sociopath under the harvest tree. Armageddon I hath foreseen and it’s mediocre at best. Unholy alliance awaken from your eternal rest. Anti-seeds scattered amidst mechanical threshing blossoms reside within the garden of death. I’ve heard the others speak of revolt. Poltergeist of Bethlehem banished to the winds. If you want to know how the story ends, pay attention and put down your cell phone because there’s bullets flying overhead. With the attention span of a goldfish you’ll get eaten alive by the bigger ones. With a knife in your teeth you’ve convinced yourself you can take on the world. Washed ashore broken and spent with a mouthful of shame we’re just so ignorant as mass extinction comes for us one and all. They say, “truth isn’t truth” and “pride comes before the fall.” Ol’ Split toe crawling out the void like crispy effigy Crisco disco freak meat. What you know is what I allow you to know. What you see is what I show you. I’m a foolish man tying off loose ends as they preach about strength and unity and shown nothing but yellow bellied cowardice. An over saturation of good things teaches us to hate which we used to love. Lesser of two evils merge into monotony. Aspartame backslider locked inside this aching skull. Knuckle dragging mouth breathers in red hats wish to deny most unsettling things. Appease the Beast of human design. Feed forth your memories into the machine. I hold reverence for the fallen. Abandoned bastard children of God. Abused drugs and lovers hang their weary burdens upon the cross, but the fallacy holds no weight yet serves false peace of mind. Dope sick lovers built to kill on this planet grave. #paulycreepo #planetgrave #spokenwordalbum #poetry #wordporn #poems #spokenwordpoetry #deathpoetry #deadpoetssociety #poemsofinstagram #hellbentondeathanddestructionofourenemies #poemsaboutdeath #satan #hailsatan #bornevil #hell #armageddon #endofdays (at Death Poets Society) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsKhoCxBqw9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qdpi6gdzl4yl