I am full of hate, February 5, 2019, 15:16:15 – 15:17:51

I inject chilies into everyone’s balls
Like not being able
Before it’s too late
And there we sit in serenity
Like not being able
When I breathe on the mirror
And there we sit in serenity
The loser is an animal
When I breathe on the mirror
Watch yourself projected on a screen
The loser is an animal
Watch yourself projected on a screen
Before it’s too late
I inject chilies into everyone’s balls

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 13:12:58 – 13:14:52

To bathe, anoint, swaddle
Is no one home?
It’s so cozy here
A collection of hair and bones?
Is no one home?
All that talk of eternity
A collection of hair and bones?
Everything and everyone is dead
All that talk of eternity
There isn’t really anything
Everything and everyone is dead
There isn’t really anything
It’s so cozy here
To bathe, anoint, swaddle

I am full of hate, February 1, 2019, 13:11:37 – 13:12:31

A coffin that grows within me
These are my unbreakable illusions
Allowing all users
I cut it off and stand it up
These are my unbreakable illusions
I need to cry all the time
I cut it off and stand it up
The winner is an animal
I need to cry all the time
The self is monolithic
The winner is an animal
The self is monolithic
Allowing all users
A coffin that grows within me

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 13:10:11 – 13:10:45

The process is complete
You are not beautiful
Suddenly not caring about it
I have no idea
You are not beautiful
I am yours
I have no idea
Release it into my headspace
I am yours
Come peer into my power-machine, loser
Release it into my headspace
Come peer into my power-machine, loser
Suddenly not caring about it
The process is complete

I am full of questions, February 1, 2019, 12:58:50 – 13:00:24

To tell a red tale
Here my old ass will roll around
I see my reflection in its surface
We must be forced to love
Here my old ass will roll around
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
We must be forced to love
This tiny, idyllic human
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
No one can stop me from lying
This tiny, idyllic human
No one can stop me from lying
I see my reflection in its surface
To tell a red tale

I am full of questions, January 31, 2019, 15:28:46 – 15:29:58

I grow on you
You scream inside me
The hands that must hold the head
Don’t any of you shit on me
You scream inside me
I am not breathing
Don’t any of you shit on me
It is the same
I am not breathing
Like spiderwebs on the skin
It is the same
Like spiderwebs on the skin
The hands that must hold the head
I grow on you

I am full of questions, January 31, 2019, 15:26:41 – 15:28:05

A table reflects the night’s glow
I will snap my neck on them
Like lies and latex, perhaps
Whether we can look at our reflection?
I will snap my neck on them
With a mirror hung in front
Whether we can look at our reflection?
Branches in all directions
With a mirror hung in front
You see your reflection in its surface
Branches in all directions
You see your reflection in its surface
Like lies and latex, perhaps
A table reflects the night’s glow

I am full of love, January 31, 2019, 15:19:59 – 15:21:35

I am so very sweet
To stroke the strange
Out my isolation
It is your job to hate me
To stroke the strange
Does it bar me from being deep?
It is your job to hate me
It never goes away
Does it bar me from being deep?
The emotional condition
It never goes away
The emotional condition
Out my isolation
I am so very sweet

I am full of hate, January 31, 2019, 15:13:57 – 15:15:21

Everything must be smooth again
Headaches burst like globes from the eye
I don’t give a shit about death
You will befriend my shame
Headaches burst like globes from the eye
I would rather die
You will befriend my shame
And give you fuck all
I would rather die
I cut it off and stand it up
And give you fuck all
I cut it off and stand it up
I don’t give a shit about death
Everything must be smooth again

I am full of questions, January 31, 2019, 15:11:26 – 15:12:29

Two people are in the other room
What it should be, above all
Just before the trees burst to life
Blue is a tempting color
What it should be, above all
The sum of all realities
Blue is a tempting color
Here I choose to piss on my loss
The sum of all realities
Before there was a tingle in the ears
Here I choose to piss on my loss
Before there was a tingle in the ears
Just before the trees burst to life
Two people are in the other room