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Written On NapkinsBeautiful American babies shaking down while black eyed mothers take one last look down at those broken glass bottles near the dirty water of a burning river and wondered Wondered When does it begin and where does it end?Written On Napkins
by ~jimmyfuckingnikaidoh
A Confession As A EulogyWho am I?A Confession As A Eulogy
I'm rotting. I'm nobody. I'm a statistic, a number, a side character in a forgotten novel. I've been living in a daydream of fear and self-loathing since I was born. Booze, cigarettes, drugs, and coffee are the recurring themes of my dreams. I sit in this room now, a living room, where I will soon be dead. I think about it all, look back on it all: the cocaine, the heroin, the embarrassing relationships, the unfinished cups of water, the spilt glasses of a father of a friend's cheap gin, the failed grades, the suspensions, the detentions, the looks of disappointment on my mother's face.
All of it come
by ~jimmyfuckingnikaidoh
Big City BlinkingCity sleeps in the violent light While the Sunday blood runs through And fills cracks in the pavement. I lick my lips clean as I step out from the dark womb of the Big City Blinking My skin is heavy from the night's warmth, moving through the sticky air, thick with the sighing of those forgotten. They stumble through these sidewalks Speaking like so many manic prophets in millions of voices None of them my own... See those Hollywood lovers and the dollar-store drunks Spitting, kissing, falling into the folds of the night. The stale coffee and cigarBig City Blinking
by ~jimmyfuckingnikaidoh
The Ugly GirlUgly girl sits on my lap. Curled like those unborn Cold and drifting seeds left untouched on her couch. She rides my soul, me pumping like drunken pistons greased in loathing, sliding and falling into the vacuum of her body. Aching looks thrown at me in crooked light. Blind by the TV dream of monogamy I drift to sleep In her arms.The Ugly Girl
by ~jimmyfuckingnikaidoh
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NumbersOnce upon a time there was a sexually ambiguous person with a PHD named Dr. Numbers. Dr. Numbers loved to eat lemons.Numbers
In fact ALL that Dr. Numbers ate was lemons. Dr. Numbers took vitamins to supplement his/her diet (so that he/she would not die).
One day Dr. Numbers woke up and found that, in the night, he/she had been transmogrified into a giant lemon.
So
Dr. Numbers ate his/her fruity self.
by ~pereubuisjesus
You cant break a heart and....I wish the best for you I hope all your dreams come true I just thought you should know Cause I’ve chose to let you goYou cant break a heart and....
I know relationships are tough But still I know I’ll never be enough Don’t think that I wont miss you And how I wish your lies were true
Through all the good times and the bad Are some of the best memories I’ve ever had Don’t worry, I will be fine I’ve given back your heart, while you’ve broken mine
I hope you reminisce at least a time or two… About the girl who helped you through
by ~OnlyJustaMemory
Sex Bomb Mama, Yeah!!!
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- Current Residence: The Virgo Supercluster
- Interests: Masturbation, Heroin, Vulnerable girls, Overpowering guys, torture, Buddhism, Munchausen syndrome
- Favourite movie: American Beauty, There Will Be Blood, Reanimator, Seven Samurai
- Favourite band or musician: John Cage, Sun Ra, Pere Ubu
- Favourite genre of music: Genre is irrelevant
- Favourite artist: Adolf Wolfli, Salvador Dali, Jackson Pollack, R. Crumb
- Favourite poet or writer: Bukowski, Allen Ginsburg, Jack Kerouac, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.D. Sallinger, Hemingway, Palahniuk
- Favourite photographer: Kevin Carter
- Favourite style of art: Surrealism, Dadaism, Modernism
- Skin of choice: Yours
- Favourite game: Are you there Moriarty?
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin and Hobbes
- Personal Quote: Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh
- Tools of the Trade: My brain
- AIM: shookones94
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