The Quest

We all want to get fucked.

We all want to suck and lick and fuck

This is the deepest desire of every human being, even nuns. They want to fuck jesus.

and there's nothing wrong with that, jesus was fucking ripped. I bet his dick was huge too. He was the 'son of god', how could it not be? shit, I bet he even had two.

but enough about heavenly genitalia.

I haven't been fucked since april.

Just to let you all know.

I can't really remember what the fuck I wanted to write about, I just know it was probably whiney and depressing. Oh yeah, I remember.

My hands ache

They fucking bleed

Paint and

Developing acid and

Cum and

Old rotten milk.

Staining everything I touch

With rancid

smelly

shit.

And no one will hear me

while I yell and kick and scream

and throw these temper tantrums

while I get dragged

further and further away from my softly padded cell.

And no one will hear me.

So I will wait

for that fuck.

I will drink to numb the awkward passing of time

And maybe there will be the pay off

Of that one, lowly, troublesome,

fuck.

And then everyone will hear me.

While I breathe your skin.

And sweat my rage

Onto the floor.

The end for now.

her absence filled the world.

i don't know these words mean

but i just saw them on the tv screen

on this artistic pbs show

and they're beautiful.

ECT.

This is fucking me

This is me loud and smelly and basking in it.

The glory.

There is no mask on this face.

I got too lazy to put it on everyday

anyways.

So here I am

This is me

My legs are all hair

So is my fuck-hole

I do not fucking care, anymore.

I haven't washed my hair.

My pits have sprouted beards.

And I do not fucking care.

No one wants to fuck me anyways.

So

I go to bed at night with paint on my hands

coffee under my fingernails

grime on my feet

I am naked in here

In this bed, it is expansive and empty.

It is a cushioned room in a mental hospital

It is an extension of my brain

The brain which cannot stop talking to itself

The brain who reassures itself everyday

That it does not fucking care.

I am alone in this bed.

No one will hide in here with me

Rest their head on my chest and breathe

Me in

So it goes..

I found our praying mantis lying pitifully on the pavement next to a small puddle of spit. His guts were coming out of his butt and his eye was popped out. He was reaching up with his front little legs asking for help. I put him in the garden next to a little glass mushroom and covered him with mulch. He kept trying to grab at me and he watched me with his good eye. Then he just rested.

There is death going on outside.

I am sorry your death was not more valiant, mantis.

I am bleeding from every orifice right now. My ears are bleeding thoughts, my mouth is bleeding word vomit, my eyes are bleeding apathy, and my vagina is actually bleeding. So, there you go.

I hate you, starbucks. I hate every fucking thing about you. That is why I am leaving you and I am finding other means of wealth. I'm sorry it has to be this way, but, if I had to picture myself spending more than one more year in your fake, woody interior, I'm pretty sure I'd kill myself. I am pretty damn sure.

Last night I had a dream I was pregnant. It was the most horrifying, disgusting thing I've ever dreamt about. So here's a picture of it!

I shot a man in reno, just to watch him die.

Last night in my rum haze, I was reunited with people I hadn't thought of since middle school.

When I woke up this morning I was still drunk.

Sorry boss man, I don't have the ability to serve coffee with the caliber of cheerful good-health-ness that you want me to have today. I seem to have suffere

d a nasty bout of borderline alcohol poisoning, so can I be excused?

Too tired to be witty today.

I'm going to use needles to etch this into a piece of copper.

Is it killing me alive?

PS. Happy October! The best month with the best holiday.

Time to cuddle up to a scary movie, perhaps?

When there is no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth...

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