SHE WEARS FAUX PAS FUR TO HIDE HER SOUL
SUNK SAD EYES SITTING ON A FAKE SMILE
her energy evades her 'evangelists'
a sexual prowess less often direct
raw white diamonds reflect
the uncouth and everlong prospect
a wandering soul without any trace
everyone walks so fast past her on the sidewalk you'd think time was running away or something
each instant her EXISTENCE is PERSISTENCE
"how INSISTENT is EXISTENCE"
yet PERSISTENTLY INCONSISTENT.
a bona fide pro at letting you know nada
her spirit[ed/less] youth trapped in louboutin shoes
rub red eyes raw while she's still yawning
it ends on Wednesday [without any warning]
how to stop the thoughts from spawning
no haghahahahahshsahahahaaha i dont ruminate
i don't ruminate
i don't think about it no no .
hey siri how to stop brain
––i fOunD thiS on thE wEb
my brain is jumbled glugluglgulgulguglguglugq
i don't know where its gone–my lobot has been omised
being = be-ing ≠ being, it's more just "im having". and im not even having im just pretending to have so people see me as ––[11001inzerrt blank]
nomnom nom , i consume to become
[anything you desire, it's all yours baby]
NO NO NO NN O NON ON NO NON ONO NON ON ONO NON ONO NON ONO NON NON ONO
THESE BOTTOMLESS BRUNCHES AND REFUNDABLE TICKETS
THE DANCE OF PILLS AND THE BREATHING OF THE MOSHPIT
THE THOUGHT EXPERIMENT OF "COULD I LOVE AGAIN"
THEN HIDE IT BEHIND A TONIC AND GIN
xxxtra illicit [pills] take me away !tRIPADVISOR© CERTIFIED!
and then i can be better
no brain for me no no no
ooga bogoa what i need
please
murder my mind slowly
fabricate a life
something interesting
ooga bogoa what i need
please
fabricate a life
something interesting
drink because i love [$16.50] beer its so good and doesn't taste like wet bread
kill my brain nice and bubly pls
gaze into the abyss its all in front of me inhale fumes, eyes swirling
i swear i can see myself in ur eyebalz, dingo dingo dingo BINGO
numnumnmunmnmunm
you look like a fucking IDIOT
yea you
me
idiot
stupid prick
if a cafe has one star it wont see me [TRIPADVISOR© CERTIFIED]
i need GOOD EATS certified trusted by the people and only the people
BECAUSE WHAT THE PEOPLE SAY THEY ARE, THE POEPLE IS
LIKE IF HE SAYS HE'S OKAY HE'S DEFINTELY OKAY AND NOT ESCAPING THE IMPENDING ENDING OF A [LIFE/LOVE/DREAM] OR HIDING BEHIND COUNTLESS INAUDIBLE SCREAMS FOR [help! I'm alone!] – OUR EYES COLLECTIVELY CONNECTED THROUGH LIKES AND LOOKSMAXS AND LOCK-INS.
I MISS YOUR EYES AND OUR SOULS INTERTWINED
BUT WAS I LOOKING AT A MIRROR THE WHOLE TIME
¿CAN YOU REMEMBER TEN OF THE THOUSANDS OF
PIXELS ON YOUR SELECTED 3*DOPAME–MACHINE™?
TO FORGET THAT u/SPONTANEOUSH WAKES UP EACH
MORNING AND ISNT JUST ALIVE ON MY SCREEN.
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to cure avoid
their fac[e]ade melted onto their soul, the plastic dripdripdripdrip to the floor
their eyes seep and sell truths of empty
put on ∫ blacked-out PRADA© specs begging for our streamer [GOD] to anoint us, reborn as [anti-]Lazarus
the crowds are lonely because the crowds are lonely
the has-beens of bars and the emptiness in eyes
a drink to quench the thirst for past destinations.
you climb to fall and learn of pain.
if you've ever let yourself feel
you know the equal and opposite reaction is real
so the cowards don't get close
so the cowards don't get close
the neck crankers crank
pedestal + plug into their [DEITY] of choice
because reality is hard and it is lonely
so better invest in someone that doesn't know me
IT IS JUST YOUR PEOPLE THAT MATTER
i live in my head but i don't ruminate I'm ona cleanse..
whatever you do is you
so do everything for the fuck of it
whatever you do is you
so do everything for the fuck of it
there's no reason to otherwise
SOMETIMES LIFE'S A BITCH AND YOU JUST KEEP LIVING
-d
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