My skin, so oblique, knows not the soul it keeps
I’m a sheep in a land without a Bo Peep
Surrounded by cats, dogs, ducks and pigs
An animal kingdom that lets goats fnck kids
I wrote what this is, but forgot where I put it
Can’t find the will to live, yet my power’s sure-footed
My eyes are so studded; diamonds over corneas
The spark within these pupils’s like the dark in Narnia
Evil is just a subject and I try to know it well
So I can understand what it takes to get to Hell
Fast breaks and tales to tell; stopping’s just a story
The myth of stasis keeps me changing for me
Form another, now I’m horny. Call a real fncking person
Back of the brain tingles and the ego worsens
Now I’m flirting, “Pass the Jergens!” Eating too quickly
Cookies hurting, replace my merkin; now I’m sneaking, fit me

jillianavice:

I just want to be happy. Please, please let me just have that. 

Mr. Z. Cray is the first name.
He ain’t welcome no where, so he stays insane
Get a handle on your sanity cuz that little man is handing me
Lots of bad thoughts, a couple good ideas and plans to see
To fruition. Fantasy overlaps with my ambition.
To be or not to be a porn star? There’s no kissing,
So no question love is missing. Do I bother completing this mission
If I can do so with no lover? I listen for another
To hear heartbeats but the music gets smothered
So, to kill noise, I wrap myself in dark sheets and begin to count breaths
Her love for me’s unequal to the amount in my chest
I’m about to skip steps, but the ground under these restless feet
Is the same my fingers grasp. Running time til I come upon next week
I crawl this Earth, searching and combing through the grass
For worth, but I’m caught flirting with a true relaxed lass.
A real reclining Carolina
Much needed break from looking for meaning, only to find her
But I’m so dumb, deaf and mute she can’t understand
and my hands make her blinder

— None love likes

Floating on no momentum; supposing what it is I meant then
Clouds can cover my true rays; soon the moon ends my sentence
Felt wind under useless wings; help with all the truth this brings
Stuck on the ground, we roar the hurt. For this Earth, the ruthless sing
No real light, but all the fire left to scorch a land
Burn my palms, the deal expires after the lemur shakes the devil’s hand
From time ago to now and after; why lies before turned to laughter
Forgotten ties to older plans replaced with goals we now capture
Broken lead for twisted dreams; the point led away with a stick
Keep on pissing over the board to let the writing in this cup fit
From the ancient conquest, my dear gave gone head
To let feet with no direction learn to dance instead
Our music keeps me lifted from dust to ashes from which we’re sifted
Leave the grass beneath me growing and I will try to keep up with this
This dirt is mine, and yours for now. and soon we’ll share the rest
After we are done, comb the shores; use debris to build our nests

Noetry —Wawa

Crass charisma fashioned outta images and pictures
I possess a light and a bridge; is that how I lift ya?
Or am I type ridiculous? You figure it out.
I’m about living. Keep walking til I’m livid. SHOUT
Until I’m given more time for introspection and brain picking.
Same feet on a no-name street just keep kicking.
Days full of dreams and nights of just mere
Parties, but friends stay tight in cold air
Hoping opportunity’s ripe so we can go there
Where the good time’s endless though we doubt its existence
Skepticism stays fresher than fruit & veggie business
This produce has no use besides feeding the goblins, goons and wizards

Still cooking —Wawa

I’m a wack rapper; no naps, but stay sagging
Reluctant backpacker, lips chapped and still ragging
Mad hard, check the threads; swag’s post-apocalypse
Sad, charred lawns keep my head dark: new NOx eclipse
My mind’s blown, but only cuz I burn the green gases
Take some moonshine home; mix it in an urn with the hashish
Put on my glasses, a few teeth gnashes as I grind my jaws
In the lab brewing potions, fnck the workshop, Mr. Claus
Cut my claws and test another elixer
Delicious. I think this monster’s ready for the office mixer.
It’s hard being a magician in an age of Moe Nagic
So tragic, what’s missing is a few cold habits
I’ll pull a couple gold rabbits and leave ‘em on the sidewalk
Couple coppers can save silver bullets for some white chalk
And stuff some jalapeno poppers. Pull it back, who needs space?
No astronauts here, lemme lead you back to the race.

i’m a faggut —Wawa

I have not been able to tumbl for the last four weeks, resulting in a very slow and inconsistent blog. I apologize to the followers and those who have unfollowed. Lag and inconsistency will continue to be an issue for a while due to living arrangements. Sorry.

Until the next disappearance,
Wawa

lol i dunno

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