AND when the synthetics
can blink when thinking
and when all human regrets
amount to zero sum:
the last coherent
thought transforms into
THE NEW CREATION
(which not of god)
something quite and
tenderly interesting!
like the Nash Equilibrium
Strategy.
:: 01-14-2017 ::
ON my finest day i learned how much you hate
ME
bruises with punch
orange pieces float
inside a sick heart
WHAT I ALWAYS KNEW
And you hit me upon my
head and broke my Soul
So i’m so drained
A meal-stone around my head while the crows
speak in empty fields:
“What the hell are you trying to say?”
Is it that time to make
myself clear? i love you
and myself but what should i do?
So i love blue and reds tied upon the rails
of a fiery track watching
the light grow: i won’t complain.
i have lived myself to the fullest!
:: 01-11-2017 ::
SO kill me. HATE ME.
say how much you love me
BEE cause i’m weak.
HATE me
and so you waste me
and my name // SO YOU
are the only One
are the only whore
who hates me \\
so don’t kiss me
or rave how you love
to hate me or love me
cause we’re dead.
And hell is full
and busy with lost
thoughts of the dying!
So r ape m e.
:: 01-11-2017 ::
AND like(drain my blood) are
fiery flames and what
do i GET for my own pain?
A PIECE OF the GAME?
EVEN IF I KNOW
THIS LIFE’S SO COLD
So the devil roams inside
fashionable shoes //
no one can Fake It \\
and what ARE YOU?
WHAT DO YOU GOT?
do you feel insane?
like butterflies
with broken wings?
So, I am just living
so, despite all rage
)all the little
tears and torn tissue
of my heart: i am still
living and so tired.
THIS IS THE YEAR
OF THE ROOSTER!
:: 01-05-2017 ::
So many years so many centuries
love allowed me to fade so close
and when you say and when you do
it all comes down
to find out what you mean
and all this time
…and you and HIM //shame//
as He-in-her (and i hate comprise
when it concerns my own heart
and so many so many
little things both so hopped
ended) paintful
So, could have been so small
but died in weak arms (wishing/
it was you) FRONT: SCRATCHING
away from you
“?” SUCH A LITTLE
THING TO KILL — guilt. Boss,
it might have been me if the seasons
let (however) us ~ teased.
Walk quietly at midnight
sides: KILLED AND SIDELINED
(She fell with her mouth opened
and these thoughts may be
Memories not yet happened ~ but
they still kill me every inch
Of my Down. Honestly
AND now who goes (WEAK MINDS
Or PASSIONATE “I AM EVERYWHERE
And just wanna be myself;
So you say you want to
Love me and die some. I am upon
A fish hook and love: i kissed
every monster and evil
Spirit AND I am with EVERYONE
…i am everywhere with Love
Now who leaves (PAIN+BANG (IGNORANCE?
And a drink for the HORROR i am within!)
:: 01-05-2016 ::
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