maturity.pheromones, pheromones, hormones and testosterone, they overrun my body, playing God with my mind and master with my gut. my actions, they are unclear, my thoughts a putrid mess. adolescence crawls out of me, pours out from my pores, washing me in its musky maturity. i'm afraid, for the first time in a while, i'm angry and i want to go crazy, i'm depressed and i act lazy, shutting myself up for fear of constant swings. i go for days without sleep, pushing fingers deep, upchucking up and out. the television tells me i'm not good enmaturity.
surely being watched.it collected in frozen strands, like the twinkle on your hands, the moles of your eyes, the curve and feel of all of your lies. i won't fight it, it can tear me bit from bit. i won't scream, you can dream, you can dream, you can dream. imagine me a dead man, collect me, frozen, in your great, wide pan; feel all of me, as all of you i can see.surely being watched.
i watch you while you graze. your eyes raise lock on mine. target acquired, fire away, i'm burning. i'm burning in ice. the desk away please stay, notice me, walk with me, under the se
Self-LiberationBubbling through the hallways, Foaming in the eye, Charlotte was the storm. Everything was a lie, It didn't matter what was said, Anything to get by.Self-Liberation
Light poured through, Penetrating the tree-covered walk, Charlotte used her old rue. Fake and fancy was her excuse She could control, too, Charlotte could be on top.
Bus rolled out and down the street, Charlotte rested down, Head bobbing against glass cheap like her. On her lips a regal frown, Charlotte sat still on her green and wrinkled throne, Thorny was her crown.
sung around the campfireThey leaped foot to foot across the sand, circling around one common vertex. They were all intrinsically the same, those dark-skinned men. The culture revolved around an outside point, it was all simply based on something besides egoism or collectivism or any other simple construct of Western philosophers. Sand burrowed under their toenails, like frightened pets made lonely by their masters' long voyage. The trip was only just beginning, as the ritual continued its start.sung around the campfire
Perhaps it was the constructs of fate that created this crude civilization, this simple society designed for heathenism. Karma had planted its dark palm across
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Movingon
lucky, why are you such a gem??
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NOW THAT YOU'VE ALIENATED YOURSELF FROM ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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