gnunat

Spunky days home. here i am newly stuffed...relishing the pouring ice. Music is coming goopily onto my next months belly...just hope it will grow and survive. sweet smiles/fucks and biting tongues lets me know today's apartment is better than the past's. but i still crooningly swoon...knowing it's another head with impulsive thought. somewhere in Timelines it'll be different, "won't it?" he signed to Misted Ears...
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Sioux City is super shitty thanksgiving/winter breakage of the patience.
Anxious binge, rampantly lusting for miles of smell; and tell them nothing real, for guilt and obliged afterthoughts are weighted enough. Lungs heavily squeezing out the lies, only to realize atmospheric omnipotence.
"Bleeding horniness and quelled assurance"

names suitable only in dry minds......blown free of breath, comfort reaching constant evasion. None can see faith for...
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Aye...busy day. Finally got money, right before I have to leave town for the Sewer...damn Sioux City. Get some music down and drugs done. yay...

later.

Dear Journal and new birthmothers who may open this window on their computers, thus awakening the history of this Very message....( oooeeeeeooooo )Today was dull and pissy. Which sucked considering I actually slept for a grip last night....somewhere near 11 hrs, wow. Paycheck, another fucking day lost in the mail, will not come until Thursday or some shit..........contingent positions are often demeaning and it's bullshit...and...
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The last days of money are upon me.....damn contingency and employment. Something more essential is the lyrics needed for songs this week. [-Grrrr--*scribble, scribble*--'...monkey's?........where am I?'--(repeat until pencil breaks and is stabbed into eye)-] "What a FreAkin' Weeir-doh," Billy Jo McDammit screamed from the left Eyelid. How cloudy do you think it really is once pried open------
Waking drip-dried in the freezing depth of dilapidation,...
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ehhhhhh...sssssssssssssssssso tired. cleaned a bit and now bed is dry humping my exhaustion. put some stuff off my to-do list.
-yay-

rock

Sooo tyered. and brain-rained. Silly "the fruit of one individual's suffering", or signs splilled to our dirty denim pools of nauseating epihistories...runways slowly disintegrating into my lust. Smoldering hearts thump in bus seats, already headed towards dusted futures.... . . . . . . . . .Flechh..

yes, today was to-day for little. Walks rubbed out the couch-trap...but still slizow is progress. It seems like no one cares about what-the-fuck happens to me, but I know sitting alone in my room doesn't exactly get me any further from my loathing. All the stupid Shiats are just that...so, begones shouldn't keep me down.

muse?

Hmm...nope; just the brain-crack(s). Spleh.

Eye turned cloudy black, to return from vexing.
here blue-burned and ready. S-Tanned for my right to F-stop the innearmony. ? Blips on tomorrow's cam-eras can be our fuel and tie.

Yep, so today was better than the rest of 'was'. Music is boiling skin tight, making sitting addictively charged to pour more out. Some stage will come. Maybe words will fit. I don't like...
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How do you not want to die? Long day/night; I just don't want more....so tired of being lonely. Why did I have to live in the same place as my Normal-moving-on ex-girlfriend? Stupid and lazy...sounds familiar.

fucking A.

Anxious tired of lonliness
Broken tire of maybe-tomorrows
and Justice of what-they-are's

S'ohwell, agin with the rap... Not wrapping anything too neatly. Fuzzy fringed tinklings, inklings of nonend. What else should I write? Rightly, my coniunctionis process is in misalignment. Here or not here, here or not here? Cuz what the shit is location or time but one...one approaching infinity.

Such inane philologies obscure my...
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