Sweet salutations to those working toward vacations.
Made some reservations just to be told they're booked till next week.
Weak.
A Miscrosoft Word document turned awkward limp across the hallways,
because those pills work in more ways.
Tour date,
scrounging pennies off parking lots carpeted in lost thoughts. and things dropped.
You'd like to say this is your bait.
The fisherman can catch the wily bass in buckets filled with loose change,
gum wrappers and other things that the ass pocket no longer contains.
We maintain our self wealth when we give someone our name.
Is it insane to be skip straight to the speed lane?
Or is it insane to be in a stupor while you play the high stakes game?
What remains is an answer you chose not to consider but ended up the winner of the multiple choice scantron.
Damn mom,
why'd you have to fuck me up like this?
A triple twist of the arm from the wrist kept Susie so scared she would never resist from verbal fists that slap her and only miss when they finally mention she can be dismissed.
What a story.
It seems the whorey sorority Queen's glory got gorey.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Bean Bag Table
There are things that are better left unsaid.
Like cuddle fuck and waking up inside a stranger's bed.
We've common thought analysed this thing till it was dead,
now bring it back to sunny days and tummy's that were fed.
Please bring it back now.
There are things that are better left untouched.
Like pigtails turned double dutch,
fists slips to wrists when it's too much.
Not perfect,
but this, that and such.
Night time tales of turn table wails pale compared to thick rails of white trails.
Sick, sorry, frail compared to the mail stacked up.
Paper airplane or paper slut.
Paper sail away from the dishonored daughter cause the good things always fail,
right?
Some things are better left to-
Better get out of my space don't even leave me a letter.
A feather from a postal served marriage proposal,
observe.
They were a set of sweet talking street pervs.
Retrospectively their reaction to passion was absolutely absurd.
But word,
there's no reason to strangle the past presently,
a pleasantly consecrated ensemble proposed a remedy.
Two can talk to construe what's been thought but one's heart can't be bought while the other's distraught.
What's been sought has been seen,
now the rings start their gleam,
an irrational amount of light through them concentrated to a beam.
There goes the sun again.
---
Weekend benefit with kids so benevolent.
Irrelevant,
the way we tend to defend then put an end to it.
Now what's relevant is the way we spit intelligent,
humorous pun filled throws of handled wit.
Handle this.
Weekday warriors with battle fists.
A pissing match of who's heart attack was more realistic.
Misfits born sadistic will flick the wrists like magic wands conjuring some thing mystic.
No one told you to be about the ethics,
the message of the story was the fact it was an edit.
Misread it just a bit too much to make the first clutch,
the antics of the character you wrote in can blame a soft touch and the mistrust displayed as too much panic when it gets rushed.
I can't handle the pressure of making the lines of the feather tether.
I don't want to write rhymes about fate and stormy weather.
There's a fine line between 'define what love means' and when you jumped off the cliff only to make a scene.
I can be mean.
I can be shallow.
I can be obscene with a dream or a lazy fucking asshole.
I don't always make sense and that's perfectly alright except when you feel the need to claim that I'm really falling from my height.
With all my might I tried to severe golden string.
All my life I really agreed that the ends justified the means.
Forgive from stab wounds and clowny faces during night binds because it forms rhymes in crunch time that make my value more like a punchline.
And that's fine.
It's just fine.
What's not fine is the fact you ain't mine.
I'm not yours and we're too scared of the words to use when justifying the terms.
Maybe this chemical burned you but the burn wound is practically you saying
'learn to be a better choose.'
Whiplash on my back went from a gash to a light brown bruise.
You get it right when books delight you with pleasant news,
but honestly I'm a storyteller and somewhere we got confused.
---
Like cuddle fuck and waking up inside a stranger's bed.
We've common thought analysed this thing till it was dead,
now bring it back to sunny days and tummy's that were fed.
Please bring it back now.
There are things that are better left untouched.
Like pigtails turned double dutch,
fists slips to wrists when it's too much.
Not perfect,
but this, that and such.
Night time tales of turn table wails pale compared to thick rails of white trails.
Sick, sorry, frail compared to the mail stacked up.
Paper airplane or paper slut.
Paper sail away from the dishonored daughter cause the good things always fail,
right?
Some things are better left to-
Better get out of my space don't even leave me a letter.
A feather from a postal served marriage proposal,
observe.
They were a set of sweet talking street pervs.
Retrospectively their reaction to passion was absolutely absurd.
But word,
there's no reason to strangle the past presently,
a pleasantly consecrated ensemble proposed a remedy.
Two can talk to construe what's been thought but one's heart can't be bought while the other's distraught.
What's been sought has been seen,
now the rings start their gleam,
an irrational amount of light through them concentrated to a beam.
There goes the sun again.
---
Weekend benefit with kids so benevolent.
Irrelevant,
the way we tend to defend then put an end to it.
Now what's relevant is the way we spit intelligent,
humorous pun filled throws of handled wit.
Handle this.
Weekday warriors with battle fists.
A pissing match of who's heart attack was more realistic.
Misfits born sadistic will flick the wrists like magic wands conjuring some thing mystic.
No one told you to be about the ethics,
the message of the story was the fact it was an edit.
Misread it just a bit too much to make the first clutch,
the antics of the character you wrote in can blame a soft touch and the mistrust displayed as too much panic when it gets rushed.
I can't handle the pressure of making the lines of the feather tether.
I don't want to write rhymes about fate and stormy weather.
There's a fine line between 'define what love means' and when you jumped off the cliff only to make a scene.
I can be mean.
I can be shallow.
I can be obscene with a dream or a lazy fucking asshole.
I don't always make sense and that's perfectly alright except when you feel the need to claim that I'm really falling from my height.
With all my might I tried to severe golden string.
All my life I really agreed that the ends justified the means.
Forgive from stab wounds and clowny faces during night binds because it forms rhymes in crunch time that make my value more like a punchline.
And that's fine.
It's just fine.
What's not fine is the fact you ain't mine.
I'm not yours and we're too scared of the words to use when justifying the terms.
Maybe this chemical burned you but the burn wound is practically you saying
'learn to be a better choose.'
Whiplash on my back went from a gash to a light brown bruise.
You get it right when books delight you with pleasant news,
but honestly I'm a storyteller and somewhere we got confused.
---
Milk
What was it again?
A sultry Saturday and the color of a pen...
best friend turned absolute destruction.
We weren't luxury more like fuckery,
plain and simple statements to end the buggery.
Today is as basic as basic gets.
Oooh how the numbers represent.
----
Despicable half high, half uncertain analytical mystical,
visually impaired ritual including judgement critical.
residual residue leaves poor common revenue,
stressed out and tired but it don't bring out the best in you.
It's called 'making due' and it instigates the desire to break through.
Screw proportional guidelines and consumer buy times.
whyyhyhyhy
-----
Integrity collision.
You're a monocle to double vision.
Livid from the depth of simplelivin'.
Given, the circumstance the dance was at lance point.
Tortured by the trance that flows from the smoked joint.
You were right to run while the running was good,
now don't come around here without putting up your hood.
Could have butt heads all night.
Should have put up a better fight.
Would have followed you to hell and back,
if you had worded the question right.
---
A wet paint saint,
surly liquid silver state.
Rebate shipped for 2 dollars free rate.
Knee high,
kneeling as tall as the ceiling.
They call it Sword Play but it's only knives they're wielding.
Feeling the comfort zone fold like laundromats foretold the way the stains can get too bold.
Sold my last fuck to some shmuck with dumb luck,
now the only thing I'll suck is a Marlboro cigarette butt.
Hyuck.
Apples are the fruit of Shinigami.
Dull death demons folding souls like origami.
Sorry Mami,
were the lies not as soft as your skin felt?
Or was it the sting from the belt or the way it later swelled into a welt?
Did someone cut the strings a little too short?
Did they mangle you or did you choose to contort?
---
Grammatical radical didn't find your format compatible.
You lacck what made Kerouac somewhat whack.
Fantastical magical sun-danced Sunday sabbatical.
Your attack on the addition just caused you to subtract.
The screen's cracked,
but the phone will still ring some times.
You can't see who's calling,
just an intricate maze of lines.
Didn't answer by the third chime,
just leave me a quick message when you figure out what's fine.
---
A sultry Saturday and the color of a pen...
best friend turned absolute destruction.
We weren't luxury more like fuckery,
plain and simple statements to end the buggery.
Today is as basic as basic gets.
Oooh how the numbers represent.
----
Despicable half high, half uncertain analytical mystical,
visually impaired ritual including judgement critical.
residual residue leaves poor common revenue,
stressed out and tired but it don't bring out the best in you.
It's called 'making due' and it instigates the desire to break through.
Screw proportional guidelines and consumer buy times.
whyyhyhyhy
-----
Integrity collision.
You're a monocle to double vision.
Livid from the depth of simplelivin'.
Given, the circumstance the dance was at lance point.
Tortured by the trance that flows from the smoked joint.
You were right to run while the running was good,
now don't come around here without putting up your hood.
Could have butt heads all night.
Should have put up a better fight.
Would have followed you to hell and back,
if you had worded the question right.
---
A wet paint saint,
surly liquid silver state.
Rebate shipped for 2 dollars free rate.
Knee high,
kneeling as tall as the ceiling.
They call it Sword Play but it's only knives they're wielding.
Feeling the comfort zone fold like laundromats foretold the way the stains can get too bold.
Sold my last fuck to some shmuck with dumb luck,
now the only thing I'll suck is a Marlboro cigarette butt.
Hyuck.
Apples are the fruit of Shinigami.
Dull death demons folding souls like origami.
Sorry Mami,
were the lies not as soft as your skin felt?
Or was it the sting from the belt or the way it later swelled into a welt?
Did someone cut the strings a little too short?
Did they mangle you or did you choose to contort?
---
Grammatical radical didn't find your format compatible.
You lacck what made Kerouac somewhat whack.
Fantastical magical sun-danced Sunday sabbatical.
Your attack on the addition just caused you to subtract.
The screen's cracked,
but the phone will still ring some times.
You can't see who's calling,
just an intricate maze of lines.
Didn't answer by the third chime,
just leave me a quick message when you figure out what's fine.
---
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