Hahahaha my livejournal is shitty.

The slow pace of my miserably enjoyable,
gleefully deplorable existence.

The ghosts of your conscience are raping the still warm corpse that was the past.

FUCK ME, FUCK ME SLOW
AND SENSUAL, UNTIL YOU BLOW
ALL OVER MY FUCKING ASSHOLE
GOT SOME SHIT, ON YOUR DICK
VOMIT AT MY ASSHOLE AND I'LL
SPRAY DIARRHEA AND VOMIT
ONTO YOUR FUCKING CHEST
AND CUT YOUR DICK OPEN.

Sounds like rain inside your jacket apparently. You've got no concept of time past present future, they're all the same. Flying, in deep space orbiting around the freeway. Headlights distant like comets of another era. Traveling through time and space like a fish through water and now we're screaming screaming clawing through the flesh that has bound our ideas for centuries. The conversations being held are merely synapses firing scatter shot throughout my mind.

Wrote that last night/early this morning under the influence.

im so flustered. my minds full of custard. and topped with mustard.




shoes of glory.
vanjohsua's dream for battle. kodan monkey ship.

what the fuck.

Poop.

and lately I've been dreaming
thinking too much about things
that have never happened
on this plane of existence
existing is temporal
fleeting like footsteps
she sounded frightened
and id tell her not to worry
if she'd stop trying to kill me
and your intentions are as visible
as your flesh
strangely familiarly comfortable
feeling out of tune

"2800 dollars. massive riot. giant elephant silhouette. they were trying to steal my money, so i hid it in my right shoe. Something about sacrifice to survive. Music and movement, so much movement."

Haiku:

"Steady fighting back
A whole lifetime of trials
the key to winning"

fuck my opinions, fuck my problems, fuck my depression, fuck my thoughts, fuck my dreams, fuck my goals, fuck aspiration, fuck men, fuck women, fuck this pointless angry-sounding post, fuck...