Well Secluded, I See All
Lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil.
Its been a twisted past few past-times these past few times. Quite flavourful all the way through, though some of these flavours left a good taste in my mouth, others gave me jitters. But the worse be the ones that are the bittersweetest. Delighted and enthralled with the sticky-sweet sensations wich dance upon your tongue, yet driven into remorse from the aftertaste, that wicked reminder that leads you into horrible crutches like feelings and compassion.
But dont think for a second that im naive enough to fall for such a dirty trick as love. I understand damn well that this is no more then the compulsive impulse to desperately trail the first sign of attention. But why must her she take hold of my thoughts and spread like brain cancer, why must I see it everywhere. Why am I reminded of those fetal days when they would rend the milk bottle from my hands mid drink and that pathetic desperation in my eye as I reach for the comfort and suckle I desire. Its not my fault it tastes so god damn good. SO JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!
But like that spandex wearing queen whore that is David Lee Roth once squeeled before we sodomized him to death with a pine cone plumed in squirrel teeth, we "Ain't talkin bout love". So lets move on in the digressional way we always do.
Since my recent falter into the world of prescription drugs. I've realized I was right from the start with my views on SSRI's and other highly priced sugar pills that do nothing but sedate you into complacency. Sure I was finally able to pull the razor away from my wrist for a few weeks. But as quickly as it freed me of nasty messy thoughts of suislide, it freed me from all other rational thought as well. If anything I simply felt contented with absolute mediocrity. And mediocrity is certainly not something I should being willing to settle for. Not that I plan on actually doing anything to raise myself above this level of pallid existence. I just miss being able to whine about it.
Basically what I've drawn from psychiatry, is were all diseased wether we know it or not. We really have no free will, and we are merely acting according to our own disfunction. But I say fuck Freud and his cocaine fueled tirades of anal insertion and innate desires of mother fucking. Its all a twisted pyramid scheme to sell pills if you ask me, though your probably better off not asking. So needless to stay, I've grown out of these childish hopes that life can be made more tolerable with legal drugs.
So despite my recent affliction with affection, the world outside her all encompassing fruit basket has been tolerable, and at times even bordering on pleasant. Im doing what I can to keep my girl scout uniform clean, and my brain stem feels all the better for it. I've even tried eating this "food" stuff you people speak so highly of. Although not quite as tasty as the vikodan and malt liquor regimen im use to, it has its merits. Like did you know, those little coloured spots that float around your head, and the occasional black outs can be cured simply by eating a banana every now and then? I wish someone had told me that like 5 friggin years ago. And on top of that, it tastes even better, the second time around!
Love is indeed like a roller coaster, you get on, go really fast, flip over, go another way, flip over, and then you pull back and finish jerking off on its chest. That or vomit......
Here's a poem I wrote about diet and exorcise
Necrononomics of astronomically comical proportions
Methane strains, fuel the flame's contorted abortions
Twisted frames, writhe in pain, to feed the masses
Recycled into gruel to fatten lower classes
This ever living parasite
The queen of anti-socialites
Where some just call it tragedy
Others call me majesty
Reluctantly sucked into finally revealing
emotions were safer without any feeling
I'd rip it out raw to stop it from beating
But the smell of success feels awfully defeating
FIN
Evil from us deliver but, temptation into not us lead
Its been a twisted past few past-times these past few times. Quite flavourful all the way through, though some of these flavours left a good taste in my mouth, others gave me jitters. But the worse be the ones that are the bittersweetest. Delighted and enthralled with the sticky-sweet sensations wich dance upon your tongue, yet driven into remorse from the aftertaste, that wicked reminder that leads you into horrible crutches like feelings and compassion.
But dont think for a second that im naive enough to fall for such a dirty trick as love. I understand damn well that this is no more then the compulsive impulse to desperately trail the first sign of attention. But why must her she take hold of my thoughts and spread like brain cancer, why must I see it everywhere. Why am I reminded of those fetal days when they would rend the milk bottle from my hands mid drink and that pathetic desperation in my eye as I reach for the comfort and suckle I desire. Its not my fault it tastes so god damn good. SO JUST FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!
But like that spandex wearing queen whore that is David Lee Roth once squeeled before we sodomized him to death with a pine cone plumed in squirrel teeth, we "Ain't talkin bout love". So lets move on in the digressional way we always do.
Since my recent falter into the world of prescription drugs. I've realized I was right from the start with my views on SSRI's and other highly priced sugar pills that do nothing but sedate you into complacency. Sure I was finally able to pull the razor away from my wrist for a few weeks. But as quickly as it freed me of nasty messy thoughts of suislide, it freed me from all other rational thought as well. If anything I simply felt contented with absolute mediocrity. And mediocrity is certainly not something I should being willing to settle for. Not that I plan on actually doing anything to raise myself above this level of pallid existence. I just miss being able to whine about it.
Basically what I've drawn from psychiatry, is were all diseased wether we know it or not. We really have no free will, and we are merely acting according to our own disfunction. But I say fuck Freud and his cocaine fueled tirades of anal insertion and innate desires of mother fucking. Its all a twisted pyramid scheme to sell pills if you ask me, though your probably better off not asking. So needless to stay, I've grown out of these childish hopes that life can be made more tolerable with legal drugs.
So despite my recent affliction with affection, the world outside her all encompassing fruit basket has been tolerable, and at times even bordering on pleasant. Im doing what I can to keep my girl scout uniform clean, and my brain stem feels all the better for it. I've even tried eating this "food" stuff you people speak so highly of. Although not quite as tasty as the vikodan and malt liquor regimen im use to, it has its merits. Like did you know, those little coloured spots that float around your head, and the occasional black outs can be cured simply by eating a banana every now and then? I wish someone had told me that like 5 friggin years ago. And on top of that, it tastes even better, the second time around!
Love is indeed like a roller coaster, you get on, go really fast, flip over, go another way, flip over, and then you pull back and finish jerking off on its chest. That or vomit......
Here's a poem I wrote about diet and exorcise
Necrononomics of astronomically comical proportions
Methane strains, fuel the flame's contorted abortions
Twisted frames, writhe in pain, to feed the masses
Recycled into gruel to fatten lower classes
This ever living parasite
The queen of anti-socialites
Where some just call it tragedy
Others call me majesty
Reluctantly sucked into finally revealing
emotions were safer without any feeling
I'd rip it out raw to stop it from beating
But the smell of success feels awfully defeating
FIN
Evil from us deliver but, temptation into not us lead