Imagined (?) beehive network of female group chats to alleviate crushing sense of own insignificance; writing it all down to alleviate crushing pressure of believing myself too significant.
It stops being investigative The moment you start rhyming
“Stop putting words to it ,” she said. “You are a leaking hose in need of bucket Bent into your own dick but Too much of a pussy to even suck it”
“Everything dies, baby,” I quote That’s a fact “And maybe everything that dies Does so for what I, just me, alone, lack”
She hates Springsteen Hence; her back
+_ Owen Gray James Deen What else can I say? This is my mind This is my mind today _+_
Hoping to machè my moments of splendor, I start by counting backwards From the moment I met her
Yea I have reclaimed my balls I let her know who she is messing with when she does not return my 56 calls
Limited minds in small rooms concocting things nobody needs That’s me Swinging for the fences in 7 different sleeves
Raymond Carver imitating Henry Miller transcribing his Anima Voice Voice You have become a scared, old Nana
Messages heard in hideous blue hues repulsive clues Why are these the messages coming through? I must not be available to subtler tunes So I go backwards from the moment I met her Back when I knew something about splendor + You have sad dog eyes, she said I thought I’d hidden them
In a red booth, As Billy Joel’s Vienna played, And I moved through recycled lines On a date As Vienna played, but didn’t wait
+_+_ Lady at the airport told me I was amazing But she didn’t remember why So I help her find name of TV show Which used to pay for than just my time Face entered Faustian bargain ; so now i can wind my own clock All I want Marquis de SAD in bed, waiting for envy to subside “If you don’t want to have to use ugly words, you’ll have to stop doing ugly things,” *sigh
+_+_ I keep an open door policy to all (Who fit my specific qualifications) (For the design of my downfall)
I live life as a brunette goldfish. I play into the hands of her scheme Cuz I simply have nowhere else to be +_+_+_+
Now you’re in Mexico You shit your pants today And you are happy +_+_+_
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