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I don't write. I create.
She forced him to sell his cock, to people who were willing to pay for 2 inches.
To enjoy every second of your life.
I own it.
It’s my life.
You don’t get to enjoy every second of my life.
I own it.
I plucked you out like wild hairs, peeping out from my bikini.
Call it whatever.
You don’t get anything.
I ain’t that.
I ain’t down with that.
I ain’t calling that.
I ain’t that.
Fuck it!
You’re a piece of shit.
I pretended to be elsewhere.
Really I was here, or rather nearby.
I stared into your main and vied for your attention.
I didn’t sleep until? Well, never.
I relied upon the moment and the stupidity of ‘good advice.’
I floated back down to my senses and made a cup of tea.
I forget when I last rested.
The days are blended and the nights sometimes freeze through.
I’m focused.
For once and maybe more?
What day was it due?
I was placed here.
I grew.
I’ve grown.
I’m still growing.

He fucked the world.
That bitch shed a tear.
He fucked the world and I whispered in the ears of many.
He fucked the world and I never gave any. ‘Fucks that is.’
He fucked the world and blessed them with his fuckeries!
The fuck he came back like, ‘bitch! I’m right here.’
I doused him with petrol and set his soul on fire.
I smiled at his inability to comprehend his fate.
Be around for amusement.
No goodbyes when you fall below standard.
There’s not enough air on this Earth for you to continue.
I fucked up your life and urinated over your death.
I am the angel you prayed for.

They would like to participate in your event when they’re riding along for free.
They tag along right beside you when the attention is warm, and the vibe feels right. I guess I automatically become a log fire, lit and burning bright during the winter nights.
Until nothing but cold ash moves gently, like a man that just been shot five times in his right leg. Then pain is evident, but the blood eventually starts to curdle.
I know nothing.
I know that I know nothing.
I know you’re tired of thinking it.
They limp beside me in fake association when I call out for help. The dialogue translates into this:
Me: Help me!
Them: I’m here.
Me: The problem is…
Them: I’m here to help but I’ve just got to run home and turn off the oven. I’ll be right back!
11 days later
Me: #Winning
Them: Hey! Hope you’re well. I was just thinking about you.
Me:
Deep in the forests, they shaded life away from my existence.
Out on the open road, they would like to ride shotgun.
Far into the ocean heads are held underwater for a least 11 minutes.
Look up into the sky and watch me glide over my consciousness.
I’ve paused for 29 minutes.
Lingering around, thinking.
Plotting.
Narrative!

Your best life.

Enter into a conversation about drugs? I know you drink whisky alone.
Can we focus on your need for the consumption of illegal grams of.
I do not approve!
May we focus on the cause of your erratic behaviours?
Of course I stepped aside. You are not my responsibility.

Herbal tea and meditation.
Kisses and cuddles.
Home cooked plant based dinner for two.
Weekend breaks with you.
Stop it!
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