love rants and riots

Your maker

I'm feeling fuchsia and in the most vibrant way. Illuminating the wishes you are filling in that sack of yours. You will ms. Misses mummy under wraps fixing on her curses and excuse me if I sound like a gold diggin' mama jama but that's who raised me. My own and I'm gonna close my fucking eyes when I want and watch the real sex you tease these pricks and ducky cunts off for your ole steeze. I'm too country and squints ain't a pervin' Mervyn. I thought too hard that you'd see or smell my heart and soul. Too paranoid or too insane because I woke up daddy. Mommy was a saint and you're a bloody vampire! Sal mineo wants to sleep on our couch while frank sleeps hard like mother Mary on our carpet snug as a bug. I miss that pizza place. I almost miss singing in front of a complete stranger. I miss Siobhan tho.

These motherfuckers are evil and relentless from the first cut and kiss. The first ever will wish they had never in the best existence. I'm swearing at you in the worst illogical and sane way. I'm uneducated and this, I must warn you. I'm too smart though this I'm assured of. Whatever. I'm content and confused on being fixated on the reasoning I won't leash. How can I? Hahahahahahah ha ha haaaah ajekenxni

She is.

---On me reading my rants. Lol

I feeling fat on the emotion. Hating the whole box of chocolates would be a lie. I love that sherbet orange and her memory of my innocence. Our beauty caving in the right side of my face and head. I wanted your little baby dead she said and I'm feeling the emotions of it as always. Dead little dolly and paper thin patience for your ill will. I wanna scream and my lungs bleed ink and I'm dancing in a metal container on fire. You wish you could, you wished I couldn't but did anyways. Whatever that wanted dream is tarnished but we got cloth by the sheep. Do not fear me! I am only one seedling away from home. If I'm dead then I'm the one who did it unless it was your fire. I don't care, it's a mess anyway. I'm carelessly valentines day on an lonely summer night. October Burns my belly in a way no one can. Goodnight darling chitilings. Goodnight. I'm kidding and not laughing out loud or at all.

Your nothing but a bag of teeth and bones I don't need. Bay oh big cry baby. Don't tell me to leave you alone! Let me be in charge. I'm not a ɓilly bass of emotions. I worry about this or that and I'm empty on sorries. I've told you too much for my own good. Mother would get upset. You're so annoyingly.... ugh! I'd tell you to grow up but trimming you, I fear. I hate you in charge. You're fucking retarded. Dead meat and I wouldn't even smell your death. Rotten wiley. I miss you too much for my own good. You left your door open and it shut and opened for me to see. What happened to them? What did they do? I saw max buried beneath my tree. Turned me into what looked like chicken bones and potted meat. Worse than bad meat from mama Margie's. I still can vividly see that, buggy. Tell them to leave me be. Leave me alone you mud diving wasp. I'm the Bexar of bad news. Mein!

bon appetite.

Pardon me but you’ve broken me there. I’m not mad and I’ve forgiven you. I’m not bitter but... it’s none of my business. Love pushes me away and I like leaving the awkwardness between us. I’m not secretly wishing you’d take me back. What am I even talking about?! I feel incompetent on the subject and the butt of a bad joke. Figures. Still, god made me the way I am for a reason. I’m too humbly grateful. I’m too much a noble personality and I’ve paid my price. Seems like over and over it seems. Ew just ew.

Everyday with coffee. Cup after another. A high and no ventilation. It’s decadence bothers me because of only you. You only and your eyes. What they see and what they want. Their hunger and their pride. Their fear. Yours. Mine and something stupid. I’m a feverish gal but I’m seeet like the best honey. My sting. Oh my silly stinging stinger. It hurts me too. Yep.

I’m bitter sometimes. I’m lonely on a feeling with a description. It’s own. I’m listless and exasperated. What next?! Oh boy! The love notes. The happiness I adored. They wittiest remarks and the most delicious personality. My grandmother time. Cue the tears! Bravo! I’m adult enough for this. Right, oh...