I blew my load on my boss cos
everyone's got their gender on backwards here
I blew it. I am a glowing, young ruffian.
I am a beautiful loser.
I am a natural born killer with eyes only
for myself.
Did I fuck up everything?
Did I do it for poetry?
I don't want to fuck myself for poetry anymore.
I don't want to lick my lips over this pussy anymore,
I want the balls to be loved.
I thought I broke the patterns.
Every year I throw my work away and jerk off
back in its direction. Every spring I can't stand it anymore.
This time, though... I wanted to stick. This time I wanted to stick.
Universe, my lessons becoming clear with this pattern.
Take me under. Have your way with me.
Hurt me. Bring me back for more.
I've been taking my own advice?
I feel too free for this. This time the world lingered
detached, not my typical tranny of dying
not my usual casual decay
This came at me from afar not from the intimate
I have to take what I don't want
Though I still trust magnificently.
Something big is around the corner?
Where will this freedom take me?
I have one concern.
It's stupid.
Will the lion still be my friend?
