i'm the naked bleeding victim of my brain
Radar(Baba)O'Riley
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this is not going to be happy
this will not be lovely
this will be a halo holocaust
this is where the angels lose
this razor will shave raven fur and i will swallow raven beaks and i will rave
gloves off fists on
bruises leak from my hands
i’m the naked bleeding victim of my brain
i’ve been chewing chainsaws
i’ve been admiring diseases
i’ve been watching angry mirrors make pretty faces
a misguided motorist stopped and asked me where a building was and i just happen to come out of that very exact building not three blocks ago but i couldn’t remember where it was and stammered and shrugged and made a pity face and told him i’d never heard of such a building and he thanked me for my helplessness and drove off and i quietly marveled at how brave it was for him to stop a stranger and admit his ignorance but he must’ve been one of those extroverted people who never stammer and i hope he got carjacked and jacked up
i’ve been running though fields of fractured ankles
i’ve been reading biographies of great famous wonderful charismatic successful people
who don’t have any of my habits
all i ever wanted to do
was create the world but goddammit god beat me to it and i’ll never forgive him
all i ever wanted to be
was great and have good people say great things about me and have good sculptors make great sculptures out of my dick but there’s never enough plaster
i masturbate too much
perhaps not enough
perhaps the neighbors are keeping count
i’m a nerd a freak a hobbledehoy an earth-stained toy with missing parts
i’m a wet blanket a square a bored scared square with a round sissy heart
i never meant to be human
it just happened
i’ve been saying things that i shouldn’t hear
everyone is better than i am
everyone serves better verbs
everyone wears better kisses
in high school people said i looked like a serial killer and i blushed because they were popular people and they were talking to me and i knew then and there that i would have to kill people
acquiescence is my pestilence
i’m a wet spaniel who just wants to be petted by anyone
i can never be what i like
but i bleed
i always bleed
i bleed on the inside
where you’re not invited
i bleed safely and luxuriously
i bleed the brownness of death
i bleed black toes for the frostbitten
i bleed nightmares for catatonics
i bleed
my body is a fat cadaver with bad posture
i have formaldehyde in my veins
and a victim waiting in my brain
this will not be lovely
this will be a halo holocaust
this is where the angels lose
this razor will shave raven fur and i will swallow raven beaks and i will rave
gloves off fists on
bruises leak from my hands
i’m the naked bleeding victim of my brain
i’ve been chewing chainsaws
i’ve been admiring diseases
i’ve been watching angry mirrors make pretty faces
a misguided motorist stopped and asked me where a building was and i just happen to come out of that very exact building not three blocks ago but i couldn’t remember where it was and stammered and shrugged and made a pity face and told him i’d never heard of such a building and he thanked me for my helplessness and drove off and i quietly marveled at how brave it was for him to stop a stranger and admit his ignorance but he must’ve been one of those extroverted people who never stammer and i hope he got carjacked and jacked up
i’ve been running though fields of fractured ankles
i’ve been reading biographies of great famous wonderful charismatic successful people
who don’t have any of my habits
all i ever wanted to do
was create the world but goddammit god beat me to it and i’ll never forgive him
all i ever wanted to be
was great and have good people say great things about me and have good sculptors make great sculptures out of my dick but there’s never enough plaster
i masturbate too much
perhaps not enough
perhaps the neighbors are keeping count
i’m a nerd a freak a hobbledehoy an earth-stained toy with missing parts
i’m a wet blanket a square a bored scared square with a round sissy heart
i never meant to be human
it just happened
i’ve been saying things that i shouldn’t hear
everyone is better than i am
everyone serves better verbs
everyone wears better kisses
in high school people said i looked like a serial killer and i blushed because they were popular people and they were talking to me and i knew then and there that i would have to kill people
acquiescence is my pestilence
i’m a wet spaniel who just wants to be petted by anyone
i can never be what i like
but i bleed
i always bleed
i bleed on the inside
where you’re not invited
i bleed safely and luxuriously
i bleed the brownness of death
i bleed black toes for the frostbitten
i bleed nightmares for catatonics
i bleed
my body is a fat cadaver with bad posture
i have formaldehyde in my veins
and a victim waiting in my brain
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GOOD MORNING!
(Oh no, you said masterbate.
PANK
Morning, red cheeks
Nope.
I wrote this especially for the p. hut.
Trust me, the prelim for the next one is much better
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh,
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiih,
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh,
Thank you!
~~~
Fledgling Fetish
December 26, 2002
Softly lit bosoms
of friends and
strangers
fucked by wax fruit
fingers
kitchen utensils
dildos
boyfriends
husbands
strangers
giving hints of humanity
flashing through thick cloaks of curls
or shaven silken slits
secularized
in invited phallic invasion
deitized
in unmolested, close-legged virginity
each image
a silent reminder
of vulnerability
a token of trust
when I hold her cunt
tits
and darling throat of dignity in my hands
and cherish them
as a child does
a feeble
ignorant
mouse
"made the pity face"... fuck yeah...
what else, what else...
... i will rave
gloves off fists on..
that part reads aloud really sweetly...
this is all great aloud
and you wrote it for the p.hut?
oh, and i bleed black toes... the imagery of that is kinda gross but wonderful just the same
The p. hut will never die.
I suppose it came out of a frustrated and failed attempt to lend something happy to Goulet's Happy Poem Thread. Couldn't think of anything happy, so I revisited familiar haunts, so to speak.
Girl, I like when you say, "fuck yeah"
It's just so . . . so . . . FUCK YEAHISH
You're stuff is so sexable and flexable. You could make a career out of writing descriptions for adult toys.
I like to look at it as more of a hobby than a career.