excelsior and shit. you're afraid?

ever wondered what it would feel like to eat a housecat? okay now that you got that. what about walking into your living room and seeing SOMEONE ELSE snacking on your feline companion?// not all th' way cooked either, blood on their teeth. stained like some tannins from the red wine, and they look HAPPY, caught in some divine ecstasy watching tv with your blood on their face? and see it was all just one bad seed. ALL I SCREAMED FOR AS I ASKED YOU TO BLEED WAS TO GIVE THIS WORLD ONE glorious SEED.

//snap sin over its knee like a synapse in which the tree lightning struck fell or the snowflake abused in arrogance of noon as opposed to midnight in the spin of the planet and it fell, in my lap or on her eyelashes//and an advertisement/ for locality. resides nowhere. i'm so fuckin happy she's happy. im so happy im happy. played it twice. what a waste of life/ or eyeballs or ears or aural dollars and all i remember is licking an earlobe and she shivers and TODAY my daughter looked at me with almost more love than I ever felt before just because I was playing with her and sure she feels it and im excited to be it in this life this fractured existence of Something Special, esoteric thought becoming something more something ewe can all relate to something pure. amazing and graceful laid low and slowly chewed upon all th' way down to the marrow. im her predator and carrion bird in one.

she turned me loose/"and with this slow house/close my eyes" just wanna close the ritual down for the one more time/last time haha. as if. like as if, akin to a single snowflake desiring nothing more than to melt but poised atop a mountain and slow silent and dark, they fall more and compound, she's my base layer and in the sun spray down noon richness i remember how i never knew when she was born or whther it every mattered only the natters at the fringes of everything, hinges. my own GOD BLESSED daughter born 2 days before, my own PRAISE BE THANKED 2nd best born one day after, my boon/cursed doomed treasure valley pair 5 days later, and all the time just//blends together like a piece of water frozen in place forever. fixed it seems like but to a CARDINAL sign i just wonder if it still bleeds like fresh like it belonged to me and everyone since because we weren't nothing but young and foolish and if you don't go into the next phase with him/ all my hums readhyms was sung, ajumbled up penchant for a son not come, JAB into the darkness and CAT some CTJ contusion on my brain as the profusion is pain and it doesn't know what to do with the thing except bloom regardless its a feckless god damn bud and it's gonna do what it do. would you pray tell it do something different. petals mashed (read: masticated) and i'm still chewing the fat. the slender absence of which is the fact that. love for a teen is the penultimate thing. its nothing but the thing that defines you separates you from the skin of the corpse (readas: family) you carried, and in the new lightness of the real you, discover all your sense aflame and. good drop. melts like alcohol or better yet lysergic. and you can't purge it. transformed you like a lightning bolt did an old tree, this has been the new shape of me since 2003. a fuckt year. where i didn't clear the bar of high school. i lettered in obsessive drunkeness and i became forever fixated on a point in an invisible distance like blood drying into a napkin

fitting what you felt between the notes, however you feel but you gotta fit it between that lil space you got, 'bootsy's basic funk formula'/there you go. back to the beginning//i been writing in strange fields for nearly as long as the internet has been live. just talking to myself essentially without the common courtesy of a apair of headphones. but its so deep now. this bones ache for a return key and the next noun subject predicate to placate predate prey upon an itinerant it errant teenage notion of eating her whole flesh. consumed from the nipple in, til the absolution of my lust and sin depend, on another bite, hiding the evidence i fight with moonlight til it feels rite, to scream her name, and the pain of longing at losing bc., i've always been a loser.

always felt likt

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