dome/peaking

dome/peaking

1.
The fondness
that settles between us
torturing onlookers
with their glazed over
eyes ugly to the touch
but strong on the tongue

The disease is strong also
in you, but worded incorrectly
and I feel as though you
might take that as an insult

Describing in detail when it doesn't really matter
describing in detail when it doesn't really matter
describing in detail when it doesn't really matter

2.
(I had this feeling, answer, question, thought)

3.
what is the most important thing in your life?

4.
watching people undetected
I'm afraid of where I'll go
usually the most respected
I step into the unknown

I gave it a minute
I gave it a thought
then I gave up
and decided to not

Glittered with interest
Dying with passion
Tales tattered apart,
torn open, thrown away
splattered in a blender

I thought I was onto something that time.

look what god made me do

i dont know if it was the feministas
that got beaten up by chicks when they were young
and now blame it on barbie
or that anorexic chick
that used to jog down sunrise at 4:30 in the morning
when it was still dark
so noboby could judge
her horrific body
or the video game industry
looking to deflect the blame
or mabey it was the vegans
and their placebo spirituality
or oprahs foul vomit breath
champoining all those that belived in inner beauty
only because their inner vanity
was discusted by the image in the mirror
or mabey it was just white guilt all together
but if i had to guess
at what actually that killed the hostess twinkie
i would say it was you
just like the time you blamed your rotten lungs on joe cammel
because a cartoon pack animal
with a face like a scrotum
makes you want to put something in your mouth
and smoke it
how could they have let all that cancer
that comes from smokeing
that they have been warning you about
for the past 50 years
happen to you

the mouth is mightier than the sword

   my angel left.

  "it" got tired of me calling it a motherfuckin hermaphrodite.

  "i am neither male nor female" it kept insisting

  i would laugh in its face and say, "well then lift up that skirt ya fuckin ken dall. lets see that shit. lets settle this once and for all."

  the untouchable angel got touched and flew off in a huff. i think this was back in the summer of '89. since then some family of wet backs have been squating on my right shoulder. wich sucks for the rest of society because i dont understand spanish. like i know the cuss words and shit but the rest, as it turns out, gets translated to me by the devil on my other shoulder.

The earth twists and turns
and mourns with hurt
as she is destroyed and desicated.
Her perserverance shines through
all of the gloom
but she still feels suffocated.
She only wants relief
from all the death and disease,
trapped in a terrible dream
where waking is an impossible solution.
The only remedy
for such lethargy
is annihilation
of the human condition.

anxiety

What is a website to look at people fucking?

I'm feeling seasonal and I'm interested in seeing a Santa Claus-themed fuck fest

I want to watch something with a title like "Santa's naughty little helper"

or anything along those lines sounds good

I enjoy the dialogue of Porn.

I watch porn just for the dialogue

A lot of people don't know this about me but I love to dance

But I only do it at home in front of a mirror because I look ridiculous

Even my cat walks away when I do it

I wonder what it's like to have friends…

pregnancies

I know seven people that are currently pregnant.

seven babies

seven 'miracles'

seven lives

seven possible wives

seven hearts

seven car-seats

seven headaches

seven vaginas

seven ejaculations

$7 Dollars, the price of seven condoms

This could have been prevented

seven happy people?

14 boobs let loose at the same time

secreting milk for their baby humans

14 boobs turn blue to fill baby bottles

being the same thing to multiple people

She moved her hair behind her ears and laughed, so calculated it seemed, I rolled my eyes and continued to quietly analyze her actions. Spellbound, her grace was unparalleled, her natural beauty encompassed every aspect of her being, everything she did was effortless, she drew people into her with nothing but a wave of the hand or a curl of the lips, I cringed at her delicate demeanor, I wanted her just as much as the next guy, and she knew this. I doubted that there was much that she didn't know. Oh, the satisfaction you felt when she would laugh at one of your jokes, you wanted to keep her laughing forever, yet feeding this futile task would do nothing but eat away at your soul. You wanted to grip her thick, long hair in your fist, you wanted to hear about her magic directly from her perfectly full lips, you needed her to divulge her secrets and you couldn't be content otherwise. How did she do it? Where did this attraction stem from? She controlled every being within a twenty foot radius. She was good at pretending like this attraction didn't exist though, and this somehow made her all the more desirable.