Frothy Green Shit That Floats On Top of Toilet Water

 It's Christmas all over again 

The traditional has died and I'm beginning to think I'm nearing the end

Last time I remember feeling Holiday-ish it was an age ago and here again I'm alone and saying so this is what I've become 

Shaking my head cause I'm lazy and crazy dumb for letting my wild side drive.

 Asking questions does nothing to help ease this hollowed section of me I think I am mourning. 

In the morning I will probably cry again when I have nowhere to be and nobody calling me back.

I let it all die and it was too late as I realized the past wasn't meant to last and that precious time was ticking by.

How I didn't see myself missing from the equations and writing myself out of stories is maybe the worst thing and amazing.

The waves begin to crash along with me wreaking having on my blessings. 

I'm undressing in the refrigerator and lessing me is lessoning and I'm regretting destiny quest tie on me. 

Christ I'd be crossed up on high to get back what never happened to me. 

Haphazardly staggered my brain doesn't matter I'm goopy soupy poopy. 

I'm o-genheaped

 Where are we 

What the hell 

Is going on  

The dust has only just begun to fall. Crop circles...

Spin me round as I rub my eyes this is actually happening. My former self throughly destroyed now. 

No going back. To that trap. That waste of missed opportunity. Of familial fracture. Of not enough of myself to go around. 

I ran myself. 

Me centric. At fault for being selfish. No father makes no father. I'm just like my Dad. Whoops. 

UFoz

 Spelling practice in the hall 

Owes eve in exile now 

Fast approaching nova Scotia 

Never been before 

I picked up a job today 

Selling poison in a flying saucer 

And I'm not sure if I will ever be found 

Because I don't even know what I am 

After 

Affidavits of misfit mass misbehavior 

Laborious 

Lacking 

In lust 

Mistrust issues 

Search warrants never 

That's the issue 

Lavatory 

Tissue 

Paper 

Lord help me

 Abandoned by myself and the struggle was never as hard as when I lost hope in the strength of my own resilience. It used to excite me to persevere but it has become unfortunately all too clear that the caviler is more in my imagination than my actions. Surrounding myself with lowered expectations and mistakes upon mistakes messed up I'm so fucked. The beginning is more than I can even swallow I'm headless like a zombie sleepy and hollow. Forgot what real life was and overexposed myself to my foes. John Does and trap whores.

Mr. Dixie F. Normis

 LilHomie said, "No, eye aim sore y ewe must have a me." Con fused with and cussed and confused with wit so I'm... Body else. I have no middle name and if I did it certainly wouldn't be "fucking." 

Don't give a fuck

 So yeah I'm waiting to go into work and I've been wasting away counting down when I will contribute to society because I'm beginning to doubt that I'll ever come around when the pounding of my heart is the only sound found within an entire day and in an entire town where although my kids stay i betray by being away for more than months when it used to just be days and I'm behaving as if I'm incapable and in practice I'd have to concede that I'm living like I don't and feeling as though I just ___ ____ _ ____ anymorr

san pierre lartist grenouille

 The GT has drum brakes whereas the GTS has full hydraulic calipers front and rear bolstering the extension of the exclamation point is a sway bar a lovely sway bar by the looks of it but it didn't sway us never suede never that no never not 36 Ronin at the bus stop pop pop they got me they got me and he holds his neck he ranges in pain till I tell you about the time John got hit by a bus oh wait no I'm in the time that he got hit hit on by a f****** dude with no I mean wait that one time that psych there is no John the video that you speak of has never been seen by the eyes nor seen the light of day it's been stuck in your dank dungeon f****** Howard Hughes over here you piss in the bottles confirmed pissed into a McDonald's cup

so pinche guerro yo estoy un lobo

I get where im going

anywhere 

i know 

a tip

tow

by 

be four

by

toe 

emmitish

liars

like

wire

tight like

aught not

too

nude

new

better

but not

knotted 

tide

got

cotted

cold gray

in doing done 

time

is now

in foot 

shot did

shoot

kid

H Gs & audi 

tTeas

ass dumb 

as

wishes 

like wells

fiction

mystical

ware my moon self

HELP WANTED

 Been a hot mother 

Fucking minute

My newt

Mine you't 

Tare ability 

Tore 

Fragility 

Hurt

Hue manic 

Vulnerability 

Erring 

Not on 

Cautioin's side 

Being a human

Being

Or not to

seldom is,

but lately 

the question 

has,

like the king-dumb/kingdom 

come/cum

up.

Way up,

high as

FUCK.

YOU KNOW YOURE CLOSE TO HEAVEN WHEN YOU CAN'T GET ANY HIRE.

Wreck-o'men Day-shuns ownly.

Mrs. Taken

 Two reels 

Sea quill

Dayquil

Night terrors 

Ursula major 

Bear in my mind 

Ravenous 

Rabid 

Havok pursues 

Perverted persuasion

Habitual 

Habitual hibernation 

Mistakes 

Dummy

 The drugs have lost

Their affection is not what helps 

A piss poor substitute 

For what really I'm wanting 

Long forgotten what feeling feels 

Like I'm not real anymore 

Not anymore 

What use am I 

What excuse have I 

Subtract me 

Expose exponential 

Divide and multiply

Additionally I'm insufficient

In my insignificance 

I'm deposed 

Definitely dispositionally 

Wasting away 

Oblivion

Officially

They knew before I did 

That's why there's nothing

Nobody near 

No feelings familial

Famine of familiar

Distrusted 

Disarray

Somebody should have saved me 

I should have saved me by now 

Apparently I'm incapable 

Nobody showed me how 

Not like I'm supposed to have been shown 

How to turn myself around 

I know the difference between these lines 

The battle is underground 

This war of me enslaved thus 

Steals wages and I gave fucks 

Once but I fear I care no more 

Bout the future I could salvage 

It's so gone I can no longer ignore 

That to get back what I let myself lose 

Is not an option anymore 

I'm starting from nothing 

Less than zero in fact 

Backtracking 

What a disasterous detour

Reeferants

 Read that. It's funny. Most think so. 

A gimmick. But it's all mine. 

All me. Originality. 

I'd be flattered, if you...

Stole my shit, I've got more style than I know.  

What to do with 

Space bars, need to return 

To below 

Underneath.

Understand 

Standing under the sun either way. 

Or above? 

Or next to...

Depends on how you look at it. 

Depends how you are looking at it.  

From where you are...

Belt height-ed

 Sorta kinda just going through the motions as of late like I'm caught in a constant hesitate can't seem to muster the motivation to live like I'm alive out of tune static signal radio station the dial or antenna or string or whatever is damaged from sun beatings and storms and whether or not I like it or not I'm stuck constantly remembering the things I forgot to protect and are now lost and gone to the point that I don't even listen to songs cause I don't think I deserve anything more than this stagnation so I stay in my head like imagination all the while here in this hybrid hibernation the world turns around me without hesitation and it's not like I want it to stop for me still I just wish that I had the power of will to catch up to it and continue the race but I sit and I think and I'm wasted a waste

BMby3

 I just today realized that I will always still be in love with you Halee and Stephanie and Julia two all my babies and they mammas

It isn't often I can find the strength to forgive

Myself

 

Clark Kunt

Faked out yet again.

And it seems the farther away from the beginning I get, the farther I am from that innocence. That which I've long since lost. 

And long for. It's like it mistakenly got in the trash tossed. Never to return as I grow older. And the whole damn world is getting colder. 

Smouldering ideals. Cry on my own should.

Atlas boulder. That's heavy a load sir. But I'm holding out, hoping I'm wrong. That it's not.

And the fleeting feelings of idealism and romanticism are dulled down to the point that I no longer believe in the power of love. 

It used to feel stronger and last longer and last longer. No, no longer. 

And it's getting so very discouraging. So much so that I'm starting to believe in cynicism. 

I want to believe so badly that there is truth and love is real.