Fuck you for real I want to be the thing that tears you apart because you’re the thing that tears me apart and tears me up and I wipe my eyes like a toddler and smile, but that was years ago and things change is such a generic excuse so generally play with the perversion that they’re going to do their day they’re going to die at their dinette set the thing you love best thinking less and less here’s your fucking blood diamond appropriately. The color of silk maroon covers and smells like cold, iron and sawdust of degradation here I go again this the way out to a glowing gutter of guts and cuts of tender flesh, the flesh.- I wake up And wash my hands of the horror- for now. Reality is a sharp sun, cutting past my pupils into the soft grey meat of my brain. I I fear its focus on my minuscule ant body. It’s great magnifying glass, a pin prick of light stabbing and cauterizing the wounds simultaneously. —- but I I can breathe easy and take something else out of this world with each inhalation and turn it to poison. It’s appropriate, considering my apocalyptic mission. I make my way whining through the maze of men and they’re married wives I wink at them while their eyes wander I can’t read their minds. I don’t need to. They’re all too quick to reveal unsettled intentions. I am planted like an insect that crawled into their septum and shit out of billion wet, bubbling, children with legs going every which way I allow them to believe it was there in section. It makes them more enticed and gives them a comfort of the control They’ve gotten so intimate with. - I’m not waiting for a better tomorrow. Better was so yesterday like day.(sighs) but honestly, I hold this pencil for my hand to give the gun rest from my head and all the cute little baby bullets needing love that love that I’d break in every bedroom and put both barrels between your manicured mandibles and knock those ivories loose like a defunct carnival game I’d lay every motherfucking lucky lady out pelt-style across their own Oakwood masterpiece montage and make my own collage of blood bone and silicone I’d step ever so purposefully directly into whichever new opening in this diva cunts corpse I choose and carefully carouse about the giant empty abode and set fire to flowers and random artwork of cottages stuffed into valueless antique chic picture frames that fancy ballroom bullshit that reminds me to pull a bullet in the chamber, the aortic chamber of the yipping purebred pooch. I am here to fulfill what can only be described as my own anti-destiny . Tenaci
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