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foolish sucka. you foolish sucka.
this is not an escape attempt. this is war. i'm trying to force my brain to do things it hates. mostly write things that are lame/one thing that isn't lame that i am afraid of. the secret works, but i don't want to bring about it's end. the universe works in mysterious ways that aren't so mysterious when you know the secret.
i'm trying. right? that's the least i can say at this point. i'm running out of money and the problem is a fat lady named sylvia. she's like the christmas opposite of the wife of bathe, clothed in forest green. her gilded butress shimmering with contempt for me and the ethanol inside her(i'm guessing) porous veins. she spits it out and bleeds it out through her monstrous excuse for a rectum. pausing only to give handjobs to passers by. especially midgets who are witches. they check their widgets while watching gidget. "never underestimate the power of positive thinking," she tells me. and to that i retort, "you've never driven yourself crazy, but you've driven me that way while i drive you."
she was confused.
only enlightened one half step more than her audacity allows. no more than happenstance she claims. using words that no one can really define like aloof and standoffishness. i scream and i plead, begging her, "wake up and set me free, can't you tell that you scrapes are battered and bruising my own ego, my lack of focus centers and stems from your beautiful xylem."
she stayed confused.
i left laughing. i write laughing. no one sees and no one hears but i do. only when sped up can you hear the tones muted below her gullet. "i'm raping you."
that what she says: "i'm raping you."
terrifying and erotic all at the same time she expells what little waste she has into the bucket nearest her bedside manner. i take it, wash it, and use it to make brunch. the last time we shared a meal together it was silent and silenced only by the murmur of her endless stomach. churning, burning, wasting and destroying the ozone layer or melting the polar ice caps or something or the other.
you have to. you haveta. you hafta. you haf. she slowly died. melting, cursing, swearing and still drinking. still drinking til her dying day.
"i'm raping you."
this is not an escape attempt. this is war. i'm trying to force my brain to do things it hates. mostly write things that are lame/one thing that isn't lame that i am afraid of. the secret works, but i don't want to bring about it's end. the universe works in mysterious ways that aren't so mysterious when you know the secret.
i'm trying. right? that's the least i can say at this point. i'm running out of money and the problem is a fat lady named sylvia. she's like the christmas opposite of the wife of bathe, clothed in forest green. her gilded butress shimmering with contempt for me and the ethanol inside her(i'm guessing) porous veins. she spits it out and bleeds it out through her monstrous excuse for a rectum. pausing only to give handjobs to passers by. especially midgets who are witches. they check their widgets while watching gidget. "never underestimate the power of positive thinking," she tells me. and to that i retort, "you've never driven yourself crazy, but you've driven me that way while i drive you."
she was confused.
only enlightened one half step more than her audacity allows. no more than happenstance she claims. using words that no one can really define like aloof and standoffishness. i scream and i plead, begging her, "wake up and set me free, can't you tell that you scrapes are battered and bruising my own ego, my lack of focus centers and stems from your beautiful xylem."
she stayed confused.
i left laughing. i write laughing. no one sees and no one hears but i do. only when sped up can you hear the tones muted below her gullet. "i'm raping you."
that what she says: "i'm raping you."
terrifying and erotic all at the same time she expells what little waste she has into the bucket nearest her bedside manner. i take it, wash it, and use it to make brunch. the last time we shared a meal together it was silent and silenced only by the murmur of her endless stomach. churning, burning, wasting and destroying the ozone layer or melting the polar ice caps or something or the other.
you have to. you haveta. you hafta. you haf. she slowly died. melting, cursing, swearing and still drinking. still drinking til her dying day.
"i'm raping you."