I write for glory, myster, mystique and the rest of the fodder eating shit at my doorstep
They want me so bad
I have no clue how I got into this mess of a shit of a mess in my apartment complex
Complex as I am, I do not know
But that’s not the fifth bit of it. Bite, sow, bite.
Now there’s an idea
Well, let it go and come back later when you want some filth
This thing that follows me never gives up
But it gave up
It gave up just now
I’m all alone in love with myself and I love it I love it
This is the best party, the toucan party
No misgivings, just Kroatian golfers and a smidgeon of dew
The sacred relics, the material components of a spell
And the new ideas that never seem to surface
I am a part of this and them and they let me go whenever they please
For once I can think
For once I am w h o l e
Like the word
Or the terd
But who cares
It’s not about caregiving
It’s about neglect
It’s not about murder
It’s about patterns
There’s a skull in my head and I love it I love it
No one will ask me why or where it came from
But that’s just the tip of the iceberg
You sluts
