Call me Rhye Wrust,
It’s a Wrustien thing baby.
It evolves like a lizard lapping milk.
waiting.
The Self is on the shelf.
The thorns spread through the egg yolk and burn your palm. The scars are moon shaped and your mother’s raised the alarm. This is who you are. The gelding Orca. Ravenous and you open the shutters again honey; to enjoy the rapturous silence of mourning.
“I know white from wrong.” You claim.
Violence. Tender how crucial. You will rise.
In this game of polka dot you carry intradependence in spades. I am yearning not to be relative. Your broken white trash teeth smile and you commit to the vanity of shame of dentistry. You defy explanation. You committed suicide to survive true love.
“Invoke the raw and release the war within the self.”
Imp Passioned.
“God is the touch within the ripples.” He sighs for your choice, how he created you you do not know, but it was always your choice to fall in love. “The girl who cried rape and the sensual orgasms she inspires.” The demonic me. Is it wise to love another more worthy than yourself? nope. nope. nope. Love is infinite and blind, a narrow mind, an obsessive compassion.
Make Love Mine.
White plush on a plastic backing.
Pick between your thighs.
Vodka olive.
Cranberry wine.
Forget me knots.
Fresh cut grass.
Avocado green boiled eggs from Peter cottontail.
I am putty in your hands, template broken stained glass sands.
The red hand amasses minute fears and plastic.
Americar!
Dynamice ill acquainted.
Narnian Nihilists.
All the fucking private property. Do you own your own privates? Anal cunt.
No taxes please.
Carthage is stronger than Rome.
This is your own apocalypse.
These stripes are earned rich.
Ima Panther.
Honesty.
“Honesty is the veil gracing truth.”
Love and forgiveness for the Bible tells us so does not excuse poor behavior and poor choices. Action is the only way to redeem oneself. My body is wiser than my mind. Eyesore. “It is far more productive to tread lightly in silence along a mountain than to wreath yourself in violence at the foot of an avalanche of callousness.” Snit. Ready. Set. Go.
“Fray the ribbon.”
Feed on carbon.
“Barbie never owned a soapbox accessory.”
“Softly breaking the law.”
You are demon. Where is your Free Will you cry. You pull the threads to watch your tapestry weave dry. And I say Fuck the democratic thieves with their unoriginal fiefdoms. Plutocrat! Wah ha ha. And all I got is too pennies and a nut, from a machine that runs unable, “slack jawed slave drivers rubion me raw.”
One Day.
Neon outline skeleton dinosaur stood upon the frontlines of sand the lovers gripped each other tight humane embrace and pitted polka dot spiders hiss hiss until You are driven mad to suicide but you daren’t jump from the rock face itch itch you open my head to inhale the spider and twinkle into the bucket another plum and tack sitting in the lotus position until you become brave and walk away through the foliage jumping the metal fence you receive a hug from my man and it starts to pour magenta spotlight from the focus of mine eyes and you see spider webs in the shadows hide in the pools of light to save your pathetic self from terror while I become soaked and explore my foreign campus.
This is heaven.
Forgive me forgive me you cannot swear enough at the innocent amnesia and betrayal it is never enough for this shameless being to end so young and so old you seem only beginning against to see just past my notes.
In heaven the endless basketball courts seem to wait next to the chapel where everyone sings and worships in a Catholic manner. Makes me sick. The doorman offers me my black socks. You steal a child’s shoes and fall from the clouds to earth as another school bus arrives full of children. You wonder when the skies will turn blue and free this sad dreamer from her rotting tooth. You are Catholic blood you know. Yeah yeah but we can’t afford the attire.
You think like a clockwork orange.
You desecrate my Temple.
You are vulgar sweetheart.
And I have a Cock tail.
You Live Art You.
My grandmother tells me “Curiosity kills the cat but satisfaction always brings it back.”
I take the body, I take the blood. Noy yet buyute.
I love you wilted rag doll bunny with a flower Satahn.
Heartache.
When you touch that beautiful doll and feel the tug of the heartbeat you stole does it remind you of me? Does the dull thud strike uneven in your unmade mistaken mistress? On this side of the fence the grass seems green with envy that all you are belongs to someone else’s playboy-cowboys who crucify me, lockjaw me, and hang me out with the dirty laundry you hung within my self-defense-self-demise-You are one I would want to know.
Will Power.
Never think of the devil, never speak his name, he’ll steal your tears and whitewash your sorrows until you have forgotten everything-a slave trader by day, mystic magician of bloodstain blackmail-twist and limit the body gutless fish swim through frost heartless beasts of red eyed pawns-fawns who bear fangs and claws-burden the children who dare to break all the laws of God.
Free Willy.
You are a savant.
You squirm all willy-nilly.
You American ugly you.
This is public masturbation, kudos to Vito.
My Soul.
My soul has burned and become a ghost, my mind ruins my best intentions yet you feel most alive in the freedom of lack of doubt. You channel the blood. You hunger for your own touch. When you listen to my ghost weep do you feel regret for the sinful creature you are becoming?
I, the Feral dog got clean.
I, the sane.
I, the Purple Water Lily am stranger than the vane.
Down home cooking turns my tummy tickled.
Gawd damn Vampire.
You are the ripple that summons me home.
I now understand that if I do not understand and trust in my true nature and desires with full acceptance that I will only become corrosive in my actions and associations. I burden this Brainchild and awaken this mirror. You are watching it grow while I prune the unnecessary appendages like a dark minded surgeon.
Coal lab whore nation?, no dear sirs, this is an origination.
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