Making love has been reduced to my right hand and boy, this is complete bullshit. How hard have I fucked up that I would be thirty and have to touch myself as often as a teenager who skipped school and had the house all to his or herself all day.

DEAR FEDERAL GOV’t. YOU GOT COCKY KID. KINDA ALWAYS WAS. YOU AND YOUR SECRET, DOWN RIGHT EVOL AFFILIATES NOWN AS BRANCHES THAT PROTECT FUCKING NOTHING BUT THEMSELVES. THE ONLY WAY OUT IS DOWN. PLEASE PUT ME IN PRISON FOR MY WHAT NOTS. PLEASE GIVE ME A PLACE TO EAT AND WRITE, AND DEAL WITH THE INNOCENT MUTATIONS OF YOUR ENDLESS GAZE. YOU FUCKING MARAUDER, YOU PARANOID PIECE OF SHIT. YOUR DOLLARED GAZE, YOUR USELESS BREADTH. FUCK YOU-SO HARD-LIKE YOUR COMMISSIONED VILLAINS CALL MY PHONE. THIS IS SPIT FROM MY MOUTH. THIS IS PISS FROM MY COCK. AND THE FACT THAT IM NOT ALLOWED TO PUT IT DIRECTLY IN YOUR MOUTH, AND THE FACT THAT I AM CUT DOWN BY MY MENTAL PEERS FOR WANTING TO SEE YOU BEG, ONLY MEANS THAT FREEDOM IS A SICK JOKE. THAT FREEDOM IS OUR UNINSPIRED KNEE SLAP. I WILL LOATHE YOUR USELESS GREED UNTIL I DROP. UNTIL MY SOUL, WHICH UNDER LUCRATIVE LEGAL LANGUAGE IS AS GOOD NAUGHT, WHIMPERS AS A HOMELESS CHILD ONE MOMENT FROM A FROZEN DEATH, I WILL LOATHE YOU.

BLONDE’D HAIRE’S

I SUPPOSE THE PROBLEM IS THAT AS SIMPLY AS I CAN FIRST SAY, I DO NOT LIKE MYSELF VERY MUCH. I MORE OFT THAN NEVER, ALONG THE LINES OF FUCKING ALWAYS, HARKEN MY MEMORY TO WHATEVER NIGHT I SAID SOMETHING THAT WOULD EASILY EXPOSE THE HACK THAT I AM, OR THE NIGHT THAT I SHOWED WHAT POP KNOWLEDGE WOULD REFER TO AS ‘TRUE COLORS’, AND THE ENDLESS EXPOSE OF EMBARRASSMENT. SO THE NEXT OUTINGS, WHENEVER I FOUND THE COURAGE TO EXPOSE MYSELF TO SUCH OTHER HIDEOUS CARNIVORES AS MYSELF, OUR ENDLESS DANCE OF I KNOW I AM A PERSON, I SIT UP LIKE A REFORMED BRAT, SOMEONE WHO JUST HAD THE LOVE SMACKED OUT HIS OR HER MOUTH LIKE A SUDANESE ORPHAN, OR ANY OTHER GODDAMNED ORPHAN. I CHOOSE MY WORDS LIKE AN ESSAY. 

I AM CERTAINLY SAD ABOUT THE PERSON I HAVE TO BE. I AM CERTAINLY SAD ABOUT BEING MYSELF.BECAUSE ITS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH. ITS JUST NOT THE WAY SOMEONE SOLD ME ON SOMETHING SO LONG AGO.

AND THE GODDAMNED BLONDE HAIRS. AND THE GODDAMNED ENDLESS CHECK MATES ON MY MIND THAT ARE AS EASY AS EASE FOR HER. SUCH A FLUID MOVEMENT IS HER BEING. ITS ALMOST TOO DIFFICULT TO ENJOY.
 

AND THEN THERE WERE NONE

LOOK MA NO HANDS

THERE IS A CRACK IN MY TOOTH ALONG THE BOTTOM JAW IN THE BACK WHERE MY TONGUE GLIDES ALONG IT FORCING ME TO ENDLESSLY PONDER THE MANY TRUTHS THAT I TEND TO ESCAPE THROUGH WHATEVER VICE. THERE ISN’T ANY MONEY. THERE IS NOT A NET. IM REALLY TRYING HARD TO INTERACT WITH THE REAL WORLD.

AS GOOD AS THE DEAD

It comes down to not making money and not being insured and then finding out the way we suffer is just as honorable, if not more, than the countless martyrs of the past. The lot of us endlessly chewed up by the evil that runs the show. What’s worse is this fate takes much more time than being simply asked to die or to be ejected from a world not built for us but for them, the ones busy with all that chewing.

WHY ARE KIA CAR ANDROID WOMEN BEATING UP NERDS FOR TOUCHING A CAR THAT WILL BE DRIVEN BY SNIVELING IGNORANT BROS. AND THEN THEY THREW HIM INTO A GIANT TABLE OF FOOD THAT WAS WASTED TO FILM A COMMERCIAL. SHIT, PEOPLE, SHIT SHIT SHIT. THIS IS IT THIS IS REALLY IT WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO AN END.

WHAT WE HAVE IS US

TIGER TOOTH & PAW WILL BE PERFORMING WITH COMRADES
SKAGG PHILIPS & CORY PATRICK COLEMAN
@ J&J’S PIZZA FRI APR 26 9PM

SPOOKY FOLK WILL BE PERFORMING WITH THE DELECTABLE
NUE SCHIENSH PROJEX FOR THEIR ALBUM RELEASE “HARD ON”
@ RGRS SAT APR 27 9PM

THE BROS ON THE TELEVISION, THESE ACTORS THEY’VE GATHERED FOR THIS BIT, SELLING ME AND YOU SOME PISS WATERED BEER WITH A SET AMOUNT OF CALORIES THAT’LL HELP ME FORGET THAT IM NOT AS FIT AS A GROUP OF MEN WHO WOULD NOT BE PERMITTED TO DRINK IN A PUBLIC PARK IN THE FIRST PLACE. BUT THEN I DID IT ANYWAY - I BOUGHT A BALL CAP AND DUG UP A BASEBALL SLEEVED SHIRT AND PURCHASED TWO TWELVE PAKS OF THAT SHIT THEN HEADED STRAIGHT TO THE LOCAL PARK. I HIT A FEW GROUNDERS AND DOWNED ONE OF MY WARM BEERS. I ENDED UP STARING AT THE CLUSTER OF LIGHTS LIGHTING UP THE PARK LIKE A MUSEUM PIECE. MY POSTURE WAS AWFUL. I STOOD AND STARED. I STOOD AND STARED. I DROPPED THE BAT BALANCED ON THE GROUND INSIDE MY LEFT HAND AND WALKED AWAY WITH THE STRIDE OF A SPOILED BOY JUST LEARNING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE PAIN CAUSED BY OTHER PEOPLE AND THE PAIN ONE CAUSES HIMSELF.