Void
02-20-2013, 11:36 AM
This damaging rhythmic patterning is systemically dismantling the soul of solar systems with my supernova shoulder missiles. No existent code of physics knows the onus of my limits. Mood controlling cute occultist. Swooning troves of sultry women with his limerick lulled addiction. The ruse aroma poet penchant. Smooth/consoling. So deliberate. Prudes opposed to prone positions reduced to doting post submissives, just from prose, a poem or sentence. Grooming those with co-dependence. Coax the lonely lows within 'em. I’m a mimic, a reflection for the wishes you’ve projected. All your senses are subjected to the image I’ve suggested. The image you’re obsessed with. Every sentence a clue to what’s predicted to move your particular mood. ’til I’ve scripted and glued you to what I pretended to do. I just listen and choose. You’re defenseless, I’m through. Art dependent loner style of a narcissistic only child. Hardly living. Broken down. Heart defensive. Mostly frowns. Scarred existence. Soaked in doubt. Guarded cynic. Hopeless grouch. Trashcan Oscar. Swatting away these lap dance offers. Fat chance, Lauper, I'm watching a movie, plus your stupid ass song ain't belong in The Goonies. Boxing with groupies. It's like bum fights, but better. I hate you. Writing my love life a letter. Tongue tied? No never. Punchlines so clever. No effort, quite the effair. All your messy raps and weak jeers, end with silence, a sigh and, '... guess you had to be there.' Less impactive. He's weird. Kid's so sick, though. Clicking on porn with music is like getting Rick Rolled. Laughing manically. Bag with a dairy. Fudge packing butt piracy. Fuck traffic, I'm flying WEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Beast mode. Where we're going we don't NEED roads. Just McGuyver's will. A machete and survivor skills. Bear Grills. Earth's a fucking island built atop a comet. I'll reveal the common knowledge with writing quills. Murder perceptions with lecture's worded perfection. Merlin with letters. Better. Got sermons purring when petted. Chewing on a smoking pipe without any smoke or light. Purely aesthetic. Mercy, it's hectic the way these furnaces measure my worth and successes. No one's worthy of getting turns when I'm just'this flirty with sketches. With every morning sun that warms me up, I get more and more gray. Now a friend with benefits just means their pension is, 401(k). It's a poker throw to show your soul, but I'mma go for broke off her. 'cause I'm a triple-dog daredevil. The frozen pole vaulter.