Jan 02, 2012 01:16
I've lost 10,000 fingers
Turning myself on
Under the cum blanket
Of being a man
What a filthy fucking joke
It is , and they and I
Cutting two holes
In the fuck pillow under the animus
In order to think straight
As a razor's double chin
One must make his heart
Into a salty jam of looking breakfast
Into a terrible lunch of goodbye
Into the fat excuse for formal cardiac arrest
I guess what this means about wishing is
Keep your wishes to yourself
And never forget
To quickly forget
To excuecte each fingers longing
On some new slab of meat and kisses
Open the vaulted tunnel of your dreams
So that men may be suffocated
By the collapses of your mood
Close off your second mind
Trade in your sweetness
For a cold shovel
Full of cheap cologne and bad wines
And dates dating dates who fuck anything that knows what it wants
Sfffgghgfvbfhyhf and here I am
Whispering to Jessica under a riot of leaves
Narcissus and nat king Cole
Begging for the death she keeps
Soaking in mineral spirits
In a closet in her mothers garage
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