far from the safety of the surface
all stones unturned
down here no service
lessons go unlearned
no hope, no purpose
his favorite sum?
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ps.
i write most my stuff too quickly and release it even sooner
if by release we mean stuffing it in a bottle and tossing it in the sea
my blog is still an SOS
i say this cuz the last line was changed: his favorite sum? but God knows we yearned? his favorite sum
i dunno
i can’t decide
but im not in the mood to changing the rhyme scheme
it is now 2:11
before tho
numbers in what kind of order?
heavenly bodies?
messages from another dimension?
am i talking to myself?
is there another me sending code i cannot decipher?
Decipher would make an excellent name for me in the Matrix?
“so they sent you huh”
“yeah to stand guard”
“so youre not gonna break the code”
“ah no, that ain’t my lane”
“the only thing im good at breaking is skulls”
*locks and loads*
does TikTok know that Soldiers are trained to kill?
What about Mark Z?
who is married to you know who
why do all the ones in power have an Asian next to them?
even gross ass HollyWood actors have them an Asian on their side
like what
am i the only one awake without yellow fever?
cuz im so sick of “made in china” the library offer free sewing lessons
and im very tempted to go rogue until i find a home for these aching dying living bones
start over in a new city
ive let go of everything except my pen
i need to trademark her
i dont make a dime
but so many people have stolen variations of my name – and even my content
they are doing well
my best friend blew her brains out on April 7th, 1993.
with a 357 magnum that had a deer scope
i was 13
i aint ever been the same
im trying not to die
but everything is trying to kill me
including the air i breathe
and so ima be dramatic
i just hope less psycho like when i did on my blog cuz clearly i was being possessed
not just by sugar (mold’s favorite)
but big pharma
the food and water
i dunno
maybe forgive me?
but it is hard to forgive myself for anything
so i understand you never wanna speak to me again
it’s just not what i want or wish
but i crawled into this moldy trap didn’t i?
and no one is coming to save me?
no one is even gonna show me the way?
i don’t know what the universe is trying to say?
or me? or God?
i don’t even understand how you could be so cruel?
now im crying
but im always crying
prob my period
not gross at all
just life for certain female species
i get lost in digits and time
i did acid and played cards once
ive seen things
i dont want to show a picture of me right now
PoeEternal 