new fucking life.

real fucking world.

PSEUDO
PSEUDO

I know you

devised a plan in nature
devised a plan
devised a plan to seek out
your revenge

you thought you'd put me
in the corner
you thought you'd put
a massacre frame around my
energy desperately always
coming out

you thought you'd put me
back into place. you thought you'd see
me tremble like in your fantasies.
you just wanted
your fantasy
to be real.

you thought you'd stick me,
sort to speak,
but my good attitude about it
drew you back out.

my good attitude about knowing my death
was okay with me.

i was going to meet you.

you thought you'd put me in the corner.

you thought you had done so,
already. you saw your lover
next to you in bed.

alright. do you fucking
understand?

i knew you
devised a plan in apology unreal
apology to get me in that corner

i knew you
from the first fucking second
you opened your round face
observing delicately
i had the same.

fuck you. i knew it.

i had only kindness for you.
i only still have kindness for you yet
your lover won't think of you in kindness for seconds still
for seconds blue for seconds
at a fucking drag.

your lover will have to return.
your lover will have to beg.
your lover will have to know
he's a piece of shit.


i don't care if you die together.
i don't care if you die together.

listen,

i don't care if you die together.

your lover sticks you
to stick himself.

fuck you.

you've met to make best friends you are 

yet to meet best friends.

Obviously,

I'm wild about every idea ideal living

and hidden prophet

every forfeit every whack of honor 

every clown hung on the sky

every joker phanting fucker

every Woman.

/apparently/  it's a big deal.

I'll skip ion in the swim

satisfying micro-sorry

socialbilly and tolerant of your 

governmental highs, of your pocket

swelling

in the macrogripe of everywhere

purgatory and pregnant

of the trousers 

covering your hole

tolerant of the fucking crazies

the glitter horrors the 

real stories the

outstanding quantic

fingerslip

and your island obsessions and 

the cause of individuality 

just to get sex.

fuck it.

A prayer is a world

there are only some things that exist in 

the world

so be it.

My blood is the colour of Earth

I love what I do not know.

I love what I cannot be told; the Universe 

keeps her every secret.

I am not blown over I am not
dead I am slowly dying and content.
I am not without cause for concern I am not
carefree. I care for so many things.