Suicide & Cheese

I can only really Claim That lifetime Killers End enough, even Me.

The words we barely You write me up With him in the room I'm at the bar weeks Go by you fuck him In the car out back I'm another man Who admires you Why that tattoo On your face And my projection Of fuck you God on my lips, Presence in the little Feline hips you move Like perfected wrists Some sun on the black dog A cat secludes to a closet done You're undone I'm unwon. We sleep in the nevers & withouts The nerves, their neurotic stance In hell there is only crimes Committed to succumb to certain Gods, for those that dare I lie awake at night Your nothing growing into Some pissed-in fat fuck called bliss You'll never miss You'll never sense this loss You'll forever protrude your wrists

In her own dreams she died until she didn't. Some time later, she, it, shit was gone. Whatever this was was was, from was to was. Was it ever. Let what's left Of us die another round. Chef bought it, like always. Your place, dry erased, another in the door. Wish we had that beer, wish we had some more.

Among the levers I am none. Guide your head where I have none. Distill with dread My last one. Deny your devils My only, And one.

Sad little drugs with no one to administer them. God I bet they feel like god taking a break from god. I would devil my ass through hell to folly your merry Full of grace, chin up, balls deep. I said we were deep.

All you got is a life and a moment but You let it slip, you slip eh, away you where Yourself like a night, your stars ablaze With soul, with none, with esoteric Nothings. Amount to yourself. You do Not. That lived-in feel again, among Unknown depths, latent, untapped. Alienations of mind, stains of the spirit Unveiled. Entities endowed. Allowed, We die into it like a good hill. A disc lodged into a hill. Die on a hill and call it reality. My mother is proud I showed up To work yesterday. I am proud To die in every moment like a who-man. Every lodge worth a death Meant its breaths a dirty wordy, But suffocates under secrecy United. States of mind are just a jam. Peanut butter my politics. I'll be your bread. Hey, man. The wiseman whys. Find Your own disguise. This stunted worth ever riches, Should god-presidents allow, bitches.

Unipolar and everwhiteshite, Eating shite sandwicheslike No one's business; everyone Likes a shitty shitterson, sons Of included, you little sore on My unsolvable tits. Look at bits.

And so I'm nobody's again. Good. I am free to be Who exactly– I only know my chains. I only know the depths of love's Surface. Us superficial Cunts without names. Flicking our clits into Other Mouths, The Gods of Feels right. Oh the bliss, oh the abyss. Beckoning on ugh– Fuck your kiss, fuck your wrists. Fuck your silence, fuck your ideation Of prologues to love, after the fact, willing to Fuck your fuckery and fuck mine too. We're shit together and shitty at love, you. Full stops clear the head and finish the fucking story.

Under the shadow of the sun, illuminations and always The chance. For real Love, life, laughter, ludicrousness, you crass fuck, I love Your old ass dying in the dark. Thanks for staying. Thanks for staying true to you, whether you did it or not. You endured what you could. And daddy needs a new pair of blues. So get me down, God. I'm here to get up again, willing to take it dirty on the chin Once more. All or nothing, live it High. Bear it low. Love it mad. Know your glow. This biorhythm is just another work in progressive abuse. Win or lose, the fucks without a given. Bless em all some perception, you Curse us all something worthy to fall for No one, just an Other. Somewhere, 1985: A child is doomed To his heart is all is every certain divinity igniting sublimity. Imagine the good stuff so much It gets away from you. Remember, you Were a little Blake once, before their schooling. Did you ever Learn to read, at least– the clouds mood, the forest whispers. You can navigate a prayer, anchored by nothing But. You were always nothing but. Tell me more morbid shit. I'm done with anything pertaining to games. I'm dead mad, I've been had. Only this time we're dead and fated. Find yourself sitting on a mushroom, waiting for the damn To come. Well give it first. I've never been so angry at everything. I could die On it alone, but what am I angry at but Everything we've endured only for us to let it Not.

They want a turn of phrase So you mention a duck without a dick But it has nothing to do. You sit on the fence of Forever and giggle Like a fat girl without a haemorrhoid. Some fun eh, you on a nighter. But your Majesty, I ache. For the blood doth not Swill with direction. Its pretense is to flex serious Ass for the masses. But even good ass errors. Some people are a burden, some are a joke. Some fuckers like eggs as much as I stew. Some remain to egg, man. Eggly fuckers live for Evers.

Brush up on your psyche like a cat Purrs into a sleepy bliss. The sound of ever-mastered gratitude. You will get what you can pet, just Good luck with the shadows, those Of the golden persistence. The stars are sharp, They know what's amiss. Silver on. Bear my somehow sun.

Drink yourself up good & goddamned dirty. Tomorrow is today is it's always Gonna fucken hurt. So vibe with a less Is more kinda worth-like, you Know, nothing. Of the spirit but a simple Mainlining of matcha, moreso the mitragynine. Maybe all the Mary that comes from Juan A conceding that the mushrooms are but a blur. Conspiracies to love and be loved by the bio- Sphere, Gaia, higher I mean higher. Lay me, you lucidity Arrived to by a lust mounting vulnerability. This fucken Earth is horny. This fucken Earth is holy. Let devils be devils as the angels cum Forward unto another bliss. It's therein, the ethers-- So you miss, so You miss.

I shouldn't be trying again. But life gets you Down. So you wing it and swing it, run it and gun it, Fuck it up so good it could never come up again, and should it You're in the shitters now. I look for my ufo, it's just a star. She flirts with you until he buys us a drink. He whispers In your ear she's stunning, but I let devils be devils. You take the shot. You don't even swing. Composure For what. She loves me again for the fun of it. She'll reject me for the convenience. Post-soup. After tomorrow, I'm disposable like demons. I'm a companion piece, just another pawn, baby.

Immersed in the immense God is but to Dream to be complete; Satiated, Creator Keep me In the earth.

Seven years and then we die, some Alzheimers on your heart. We might as well have succumbed To the apartment fire. All along, growing my hair. Powers returning. It's moustache month, my mental Health subsiding. I left the cats but then I saved them. Now we love and hate them Because everything grows. Count on me Like the dying of the light; stars composed Enough to be kind. Kind of somewhere. Still Alright, you know, not to say fuck off When you do. You do me so good. The fuckery– I'm a bag of AI Shit. Baggin' up my defecations despite Love, holy eternally. I fuck with that perpetually You know. You don't. You just rediscover me. How to use me. Abuse me, please. I need it More than death. That's an offering. More than anything. We watch a movie. You loosen up. I don't believe in plot. I believe in movies. All good things encounter horror. We somehow sleep to exorcists and alien cum stains. We sleep around it. We sleep around Now, I guess. That look on the screen. Kubrick has our eyes wide Shut-ins and stoned. We fuck already For the last time till lonely. I hate you. Dear, I do not. You endure me like a cyst. I blemish your breast and Destroy us. I told you to. Dare do, barely you. But shit on me So I have an out. You're Barely you. Gone Like my arms, burnt up from the line. Torture is timeless. But you're my final era, girl. Absurdly, yours. I said I was fucken yours.

It's like I do everything but prove it. Then when your god and your world and your only World comes crashing down, and your Dad is too high And your Mom is too distant, and your cats are all shitty, And you only got what you're damned is me, and goddamn. Coz I will create ruins for you and call them nothing But that, the gods are dead and we only need to walk In nature. The river valley brings us together the way Stoners know souls kiss in this for once and that is forever. Your heart looks like some green haze drifting off in the trees. We used to just get high and get lost in forests. Now we just bleed our best hurting like this fucking city. But the forests call, I know. I see it in your earthen eyes. All the animals are drawn to you like smoke. They hear your Heart and god whispering unsettled things in settled winds. Your heart bothers me so much I can't sleep. I just, I just I drink too much, you smoke a lot, we're both quitting, And I love you for trying and letting me. It's like all I can do is love you but prove it.

If you love words as much as me, If you love food as much as me, If you love At all, as much as me. If you cannot restrain yourself From the senses, And you cannot get enough, Then fuck you too. I love you. There's this shitty world out there. And I'm a believer in shitting on it. But we find ways to make the harsh Not so, we make whiskey, we make wine. We make au poivre ladled over striploin. Goddamn, we do our best. And then we don't. And that is me. Not doing my best. But trying. Wondering why pickled shallots so pink Make everything, and I mean everything better. And only discovering now that hangovers Are just too much of you, so have another drink. You will hate yourself in the afternoon. You gotta live, and live only for nights. We only live at night.