tygerofdanyte

Drinking, rinking, stinking my house up i'm living it out of the pizza-box. It meaning it. It meaning end all and be all. It meaning life. Paying with a master-visa-amex legs up on that couch, living it out of the pizza box, wiping my ass with dominos coupons and grated parmesan from pizza hut. Drinking, rinking stinking my house up. That's how It is, and you can't come to this place of worship, that's right. my house, and throw my pizza-box out. Not how it works. So watch me, drinking, rinking stinking it up. it being life.

I claim objection! Yes, Objection! To what? THis ,that, and heretofore everything in between. Objection. To your words, your speech, your-your-mannerisms. Objection. I couldn't care this way or that, as said already. LIke an upstart district attorney stuttering constant echoes of that one word ~ objection. I squeeze out objection. LIke advocates of extremist ACLU sects, I claim objection to how you say Hello to me, and I stress objection, like the racist bigot would. about how I would look not at all like your skinhead brothers and mothers. Objection. Like, thestructured poet who disdains it against free verse and this

BUt What about ole highway twenty-fo'? She asked me that  night before. As we walked through the wafting breeze of turquoise clouds and filtering seas. I looked across to where she stood, glancing past anything and all that should matter, placing her import high in store above all except ole highway twenty-fo'. She plead and bled for my attention But I only thought of ole highway twenty fo' and it's old wooden bridge aching for my tension. Both were left in neglect for highway two-twenty-fo' I still wonder today,after she left me that very next day. What about ole twenty-fo'? Why'd they tear it up? Why'd that sea of road break

We are like marionettes. Marionettes who are petted and pampered, but we are marionettes nonetheless. He tells me to do something, and I do it. My sister on the other side of the field is told to do something else by that ugly bitch of a woman and she does it as well. Well, I shouldn't call her an ugly bitch, because she herself has petted and fed me many a time, when my master, pardon me if I scoff at the word, would punish me for having dishonored him. But, still they are all the vilest of kinds on this living planet. We might not have any visible strings like marionettes, but they still exist. That prison that they put us in and those ho

There was a man sitting on the moon. A glyph fit inside a rune far away in the land of Kain. A bored child talked to this man, and lost men dreamed this rune. A child grew to be a lost man. A man on the moon leaves and becomes a glyph in a rune.

He runs up the stairs without knowing how. her issues fly away and she does not know he runs up the stairs far away from it all. Her issues fly away. She tries not to care THe stairs fall away from him, no grounding emotionless and dead. Issues bare themselves to her, black hole sorrowful and comatose.