Ego-youthful

Conflict of feeling a tickle in my penis and wanting to be perfect. I have a job. It is too far away in this traffic town. I will pay for ...

NO idea

Christopher, Patrick, and Timothy are my brothers. Earth is my brother. Pluto is my cousin. Where's Tim? When's Tim? What's Ti...

bars bane

They're incompetence somewhat relieves my penile servitude. Everything is a choice. I choose Everything. Thend. Baby Manish, Mr. App...

I am going to use this blog for Journals and Creative writing. The other one, maybe something, is just to track my diet. I wanted to title...

If you were a toilet, then I would definitely be you. If I were the sky, then I would definitely rain on you. A 90% chance of falling in ...

dandeaconmericadandeaconmericadaannddeeaacccoonnnnmmmerrriiicdcaaaa. No nuclear bombs tonight. I don't know even where to find those. ...

I'm in a neighborhood with young kids riding bikes. there's a big house on a steep hill. the kids are mature. it's night. they...

A position in the mountains leads to filled guts and hanging arm flaps. Childish grins stained with Coors and Miller Lite cans fill the pool...

kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill, a mantra fermata for as long as i feel hate. Blood spray hangs in the...

Popsicle. Music brain. Up on the radio. Open your gross place. uhhhhg, strait from the bubble of the yoyr mom, from huckle berry in the gay ...

(nastily) I got your pussy whipped. (choir voice) I loved you, and your pussy wept. (straightforwardly) I gotta tell you, I got your pus...

I'm a little too apologetic. My excuse for being who I am is that I cannot be anything else, and everything will be okay anyway. My ...

I was free on top of the pile You will see, and your eyes will smile You're not me; won't you stay awhile

It's so hot outside ! I was in a cool crazy maze in a dream on the west side and I died.

7 exists. Or not. Minus 17. It must be beyond time and space. It is I-T. I-S-I-T. T-I-S-I. A letter which represents nothing is -. Without o...

All told, I cannot say. Mostly, imposing images, dim and blurry. Too heavy and too short. Unable to carry, unable to move. I cannot say. May...

a dark room with a big bed. Chris Gethard, Murph(maybe) and Don Fenelli were having sex with each other with most of their clothes on. I ...

This is the truth. Page 1. Shut up. Dance your pants off. Every girl who walks outside immediately commits a sunny suicide. They are suicide...