That Feeling
that not so fresh
feeling
wounded
panty liner
No one understands
I hate this world, lets end it all.
Dirty underwear makes me psychopathic.
The solution is simple -- sell your dirty undies on e-bay
Use the cash to buy fresh pairs. Edible even, for quick dissolution.
Think with your brain and not your private parts
Or get a nose plug, then it doesn't matter if you have caked boxers
In fact, you'll no longer need a booster chair in public places
Inumerable layers of dried shit attached to your ass cheeks will elevate you above the ordinary crowd
There on your THRONE, at the TOP of your game you are un ass ailble ;)
C
(written by JO JO, what a coooooooooooooooooool website, i'm going to come here all the time to share my incredible talent with all the other incredibly talented writers who write here but aren't
as incredibly talented as me. Thanks everyone!!!!! Thanks!!! I mean really -- Thanks you so very much!!!! LOVE JO JO C.

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running wind high fidelity
picture sun and sand
drip ripple scored shit
cut my nails
clear morning in my mind
something left behind
the dawn now breaks- insipid dawn
justified
make my money
water plant
dummy
mother's arms large breasts
cigarette
all alone
burning candles smells from home
pick yourself up off the floor
move forward evermore
i grew so small but feel tall
and when i get that feeling
I feel nothing at all.
~
there's a tear in the sky
my bruised heart cries
alone another night
birds fly- victims of fright
moon beams lighting
another meal to eat
hunger in my mind
ache and grind
left behind
instant memory story told
turning to mould
broken down forgotten lies
the grain the grape the talking ape
empty space except for the stars
the hunter hides behind the bars.
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the prison self made
anger, hate, bait,
do i still sound the same?
went to a place the heads all rolled
and the colour cuts like a knife
and the point i was just gonna make
bitter sweet, a premium treat
wicked, touch, class long ago,
dust, an age forgot, below
blisters pain overworked
another drink rust fake on the brink
unknown
coffin nails
the plush inside
impaled, drunk on blood,
inhaled, the written word and some details
a sniff a cough
the water trough of want and greed,
the money trail the pope's need.
cocaine and heroin class A succeeds,
a lesson learned, get up off my knees,
ignore, indifferent,
it's all too close,
slaughter, a fatal dose.
~
barefoot, nappies,
comatose
a sneeze get up off your knees
force a smile
rejected again the number dialled
sweet are you there to talk to me?
why not?
insecurity, uncoordinated
feel small fruit of the womb
take a bite
you're in my room
say goodnight to everything you ever knew
never doubt just wanted to be cool
left out, all alone
amuse myself with my hand
light reflects
make a stand against the dark
in my soul, a mirror tall
comb my hair
and when i get that feeling
i feel nothing at all.
~~JVP~~
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Up top shows everyone including me that if this is really what you wanna do wtih your life-well you wont end up anywhere, but wherever that is you will be alone-you never met me never talked to me, nothin-well i write how i want to write as do you im sure. But it showes me how ugly you are inside and probably the most selfish person anybody that knows you knows-you have no idea why i write that stuff you dont know what it means to me. well i will just stop but i did want you to know that just by reading that i could put together basically what kind of a human being you are