Post Script of the Unimaginative (Vulgar)

Nothing good has ever come of this
The truth in lies is full of shit
I think I have all the answers
Locked away inside my head
In reality I have nothing and I’m fine with it
Ignorance truly is bliss
So are lies you can’t resist

“I want to jerk off onto the sores of her mouth. If anything just to see if it will hurt.”

I haven’t slept in days
What if I told you that was okay
I ate last week
Think it all went away
Malnutrition and withering away
I may be dying in a slow way
What if this was okay
Gave it up all the same
Wish I could explain
What it is that I am trying to say

A common theme, what am I doing here?…

The past always seemed okay
Reflecting back I see where all the trouble comes from
Abused, abandoned, threatened
The humor becomes more of a nightmare
A sense of something so much bigger than myself

Nothing relevant when everything is so irrelevant…

A bible left on a bench
Verses stuck in my head
Bleeding for a cause
Dying for the dead
Waiting at the end of the world
Too afraid to try anything new
Human unlike you
The times disappear, the years
Coughing up blood from all the fun
Destroying everything I love
Locked away in my mind
All that matter at this time

My lips are so chapped and it hurts… biting off… peeling off the little bits of skin… lips are bleeding… enjoying the pain… renewing the resistance that lies within… Random thought… Despite the plan to make this an easy month on myself… I think this is the hardest month I’ve ever had… I hope you are all enjoying the Broken Thoughts… It’s more like a cracked out twitter… I rather like the name of this post… Happened upon it by accident… Like all my words…

Opened up a Shop on Threadless… Pretty excited about it… Only have a few designs at the moment but I am working on more…

I have basic designs as well… love to hear what you think… good idea… dumb idea… I value your opinions…

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7 thoughts on “Post Script of the Unimaginative (Vulgar)”

  1. I wish there was another button as well as ‘like’. I think you’re really talented and I enjoy reading your work. I can visualise it. It feels weird to ‘like’ something that provokes an uncomfortable reaction. You’ve read my stuff. I can sit with’ all kinds of emotions to experience them as painful as they might feel. 💀

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  2. I love this reflection, it hums and buzzes in my my head of truth and inexactitudes. It’s harmonious but dissonant and raw but age old. You get what I mean, i know you do.

    “Ignorance truly is bliss
    So are lies you can’t resist”

    True, true and effing true. Why am I censoring myself? I think I’m trying to be a lady

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