Brain Gravy

I could learn some stuff but I got it down. Father's are extremely important in life and for a child. I'm grateful for ours. Amen

The counting backwards leaves marks on my backwards. I'm aching in the making and it's making me almost famous so I conjured up the virgin Mary. Help me God for they forsake me... I'm feeling rooted on the victim of unity and it's beauty for nothing but that. Green that dies. Lust that is for nothing.. I wish you nothing more than serpentine and her worst wishes upon who didn't know better of the foolish. Dig deep and you'll find me a grave man. Dig too deep and you'll find nothing worth as such. You will not find me, darling. You're diving too deep. Wait for it, if that makes any sense. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Dear darling have you lost you damned mind? Cereal for breakfast like it's ok with mommy dead. I wish you were brighter down this road. I wish you had it all together like you planned. My mother killing herself like a roasted child's arse. I'm wicked and embellished in wrecking your planted imposter. Somewhere down the the line you're the reason why she's gone. You whore. Slap ya self awake. You dumb twat of a counted cunt on the embassy of traumatized pissy pussy. Dumb little girl. Standing how tall? Stacked shit for the making. They like it roasted.

I wrote to her too soon and she didn't respond. I hoped they held my letters but you answered that somehow with no communication. You didn't want me. I don't care but I'm no an intruder either. I care but it's like the first spark of a match. It burns out eventually impervious to forever with your hand. Discarded like the many times I've sailed this ship in a mouth full of dirt. So, I'm writing her farewell and I'm not sending it. A pressed flower for her memory. She never had a chance or at least she didn't think. I hope to misplace this letter and her fate changes. She should forget about me easily... I'm feeling her vacancy easy so far. I care not. I care not. Sorry that you're not.

I woke up. I woke up and the world sounded like a morphed version of a paranoid parasite... Since then he has been feeding easier. Close to my giblets and chumpurrado sucking like a leech. I won't kill you in the way you've kilted me. You are in unwanted realms. Leave and I won't ruin your entire joyous journey winning like triton and Zeus. It's over. I'm breaking your heart and eating the rest. I'm phat with a fuck I don't give. That's all. I'm not you.

I'm still bitter and the moment that passes echo an eternity I've encountered too many times. I love you the and I love you now and wIll I ever change that... hm, the moon is ever changing. I've lost that battle long ago and I don't look back or forth. I look down and definitely somber. I'm quiet and loud about such things. Peace be within but I'm always selfish in the making. I'm careless because I'm a mommy and daddy's girl and then some. The devil may care because I've confessed my love to him in front of God. A jealous God is he? No... he is not but he is cautious and wavering. Hullo and someday may I tell you goodbye...

I feel bitter and still functional. My melancholic retributions hold a candle to miss Mary on her worst. I'm filling up with greed because you hold no candle to God. I'm making some sense of it... I'm cradling my minds toxicity. I'm finding the road back to home for some and it could be most. Maybe all. Surely, you'll find some solace in this. Make sure your retributions aren't as fickle as mine. Do you feel warmth coming from all angles? I'm.. I. She and we all laugh back at their howls. Do not dance with me in the pale moon. I forbid your foot notes. You talk too fucking much. If I'm writing about you... oh the hatred I do not crave. Hah find another slave. I love to love and live to dance the pain away. Someday you'll find your own rhythm and I won't hear you anymore. I suppose in a sweeter tone. Everything will continue and when I die I hope for it too.... nevermind, death is an obliterating thought. I'm craving nothing and pain is tickling me to an annoyance. Whatever if I don't die, I'll keep writing... night

..... So sleepy like a boot to the head.

Coloring in your vacant spots a screamer with sin. You woke up and rolled right over and hope the snooze button stayed silent. I'm tired again and will be the next you're trying TOO hard. Spoiled bacon! I cursed you and call you names, your favorite, like bitch and fagget. Oh the sweet slimming effect your love has. I'll have one more filling bite. That's all for the king of the road. That'll do, pigs. Adeiu Timbuktu and Bolivia. Mum and dad haven't done it again with him. I liked him more than mom. Ain't that funny? Almost weekend and I'm not craving Pina coladas. That's crazier than going insane in Alabama. Ai, almost.

They brought in and you carried chains at your ankles and wrist. I watched you walling hunched over and the smell cackled as they spit in your direction. You shot them all down and batting not one eye. You lay there staring at the ceiling til you slept that way. The sherif walks back into the restroom to wash off the blood. You couldn't stand trial, Petey. You died in that cage you belong in.