Acrimonious

I have a critical view of the human race.

Women,men, they're the same.

The same flesh covered walking breathing scum.

Promiscuous girls are a lesser form of human.

Treat people how they treat themselves.

If the woman is garbage,treat the broad like garbage.

Trash is trash no matter how nice their body is.

Vulgar patois has absolutely no meaning anymore.

Retrogress.

I've realized today how much of a colossal asshole I am.

I'm going to milk this for all it's worth.

Desiderio ed Amore

I am an utter hypocrite.

Tonight I told my friend about how he needs to swallow his pride for the one he loves.

When I can't manage to do the same.

Who am I shitting?

I have not a clue,but most definitely not myself.

How big is my pride?

Too big to make it's way to my throat so I can swallow it,just to muster the words I love you.

We use eachother as a crutch when we both need to walk away.

Squander.

The sky has imploded.

I agree,let's start a new leaf.

But it seems to be,we've availed a tree.

I binge and i purge and i binge and i purge

I'll drain you from my system.

Profligacy.

The fine line between love and lust has been wholly blurred.

If only you wanted her as you did me.

This would be a lot easier.

The term "platonic" has been redefined.

I hope i'm worth micturating on your relationship.

Prorogue.

We are going to dissipate into nothing.

You got what you wanted.

Goodnight.

Corrosion.

This is the candor that i must concede,

im more diaphanous than i'd like to believe.

damned if you do, damned if you dont

she delivered a punchline,but where was the joke?

it was located right under her hollow chest.

under the affectation that she knew best.

it has the texture of monolith

and the look of purulentus.

this was a warning,that nothing could save us.

Inamorato.

Apple Juice and a salad bowl serving of pasta.

More laundry than the washer can handle.

Piercing needles and plugs everywhere.

Broken handheld mirrors,cups,& plates lay strewn all over the fucking house.

The only person that stuck around long enough to see me burgeon again.

This will all end badly.

Armor.

I was raised like a pig for slaughter.
more of a burden,not really a daughter.
never had a home,nor have I ever cared
fragile as a flower petal, detached thin and scared.
there's more than blood beneath these wrists,
there's silk hidden under this sandpaper skin.
a paper machè caste encases a soul, divided in parts of seven.
who needs hell when you have suffering?
who needs bliss when you have heaven?

Yielding Only To Accelerate.

We can climb the tower of babel,or ring a wedding bell.
we can crack the sky,the clouds,of I can lay on my back,
throat scratched from screaming loud.
your back is now my throat. our morals of the same worth.
I pray to fucking god this fuck doesn't progress into a birth.
taste this kiss upon your lips,this was just a dirty tryst,
count the targets, bill the debts.
behead this king,the figurehead.

Dictum.

all her body was worth;

a franklin and some coke.

a charlatan and some blow

epiphanies never sought.

an idea sunk but not thought.

let this aphorism be a template for those

who take life a joke,

you get what you put out.

just release and let "us" go.

Fabrication & Truth.

A common misconception of me: im just a big titted goombah with nothing to say but insults and smart aleck comments.
Call me crazy,but thinking that someone would lie about their brothers' deaths is royally fucked. Even lying about that calls for psychiatric evaluation. So why would people assume I'd lie about that? No clue. It just boggles my mind that one who would continuously reassure me that they cared would now accuse me of lying about my brothers. It's disgusting. Weren't we supposed to forget eachother existed? We fought,I got over it. You bring this to someone else obsecrating for more drama. "Im a grown ass man, and this time I'll prove it". That doesn't really work with what you're doing does it? And again and again,this happens. I wear my heart on my sleeves and these sleeves get torn off and spat upon. It's okay though,I always have a sewing kit.

Conglomerate.

I don't think my parents knew what they were getting themselves into the moment

They decided to keep me

I'm a truly volatile human being.

An atrocious person.

Some say I have passion and heart,some say I have the emotions of a cactus,the Latter is wrong.

It has now become impossible to "fuck me over",or "break my heart".

I've seemed to have numbed myself to that by years of going through it.

I'm not sad,or depressed of regretful.

Just angry. Not a begrudging anger,just an anger for everything and anything.

I'm happy yet dissatisfied.

It's gonna take a while to numb that feeling as well.

I just want to die a stoic pastiche.

Progress.

87; 7 to go.

If I learned anything in treatment, it wasn't that control came in happiness.

Fuck experts.

Fuck medicinal novels.

Fuck rehabilitation treatments.

Dietary subjugation is the highest form of self control.