kickinglovers

i don't care so much
it's only heartbreak and lust.
a quick fumble with meaningless expression
and you'll not see me for dust
if emotionless kisses were riches
my pockets would be full,
my face would be pan-stated
my tone subtle and dull.
it's only heartbreak and lust
a quick step between new lips and new tongue
never long enough for dust.

the noun of blowjob lips..

simply describing a full mouth. pouting. looking 'able' enough to surround the cock effortlessly and perfectly. a skill in itself. and there on this sujbect would also be perfect at the act itself.


i've not written since we broke up, i don't pine.
i wear a sweatshirt of duckling colouring and marshmellow softness..
and the pumping organ hurts.

i think it was because she had blow job lips.
red lipstick painted and smudged slightly.
noted when she lit her cigarette with the butt of another.
it could've been the raised eyebrow or smile
or the complete superior attitude imposed by her glancing
looking
bored by everything.

yes.



///the shilling is rubbish crap\\\

and i dig ImperfectCandence

i'm so dull these days..sorry sorry.

this passion is a plagerism..


[i didn't need to see that, i didn't need to know that.. i didn't want to know...... why would you?]



so i hurt.. shoot me.

last three nights sambucca saved my life (absinthe just stole time)

*i've a new piercing
*i'm now a supervisor at work plus a payrise
*who knows where the rest of my head is

Funeral charm,

your effortless spoke
to degrade humanity
has left us with no option but
to shame ourselves and raise our hands.
no matter how often we wash our clothes
the sin still reeks
from pores and fibres as it if were
just another human toxin.

these times are different from the last.
tina's left.. flown back to oz..
amy's leaving.
and i am never here..
for the docks and sweetheart calling pull me on in tiny thin threads..
i am to leave soon..

these times are different..

i just can't explain here

the kingdom is destabilised,.
the watch tower unmanned,.
the bedroom lies abandoned-
and the future is unplanned.




i got sick and now crave rest (unsatisfied) without voice or coherant,
my head lies aflurry between birds and stars piercing the sky.
where do you lie?
i .missed. today.
with all else that is going on..
why today?

i cut my hair of.
i got sick.
this sickness is vile.
my memory has been taken for most every simple day to day thing.
a flu virus of washed out capacities.


so much so.

i told my mom, without thinking
'it feels like someone is sat on my....'
with intentions to say face, i stopped myself and recalled with
'feels like someone it jus...
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caught in suposed motion, by blinkered explosion.
exempt from the rock n' roll fascade of social.
twisted in a delivered contempt manner,
my face twists with false alarm.

*your heart is gone
my heart is gone*

written by sleeveless and arm stretch,
your face sown into my skin.
like my heart upon my invisible cuff
there ain't no win; now.

i dreamt about fire like...
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