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[those-garsh-darn-homos]

I am the seeker of all censorship. I am the seeker of all censorship. I am the seeker of all censorship. I am the seeker of all censorship.

When you’re having fun I’m there to act all dumb like my birth was immaculate destroying joy makes me so wet and when I’m drenched I fuck your skull with arguments lick my sense and balls watch the hall paint dry and don’t forget to die.

You think that you’ll get away. I’m pettier than you think, sniffing out your scent, so I can vent, sexual frustration

Predation on my mind writing off your presence just like so, it’s textbook accusation made on ignorance look to crystal testicles the vapours speak sweet nothings OD on meth suppositories.

Compiling info, just to spite the hand that feeds you, rumours of bowel movement whispered by your posse pussy is an understatement keep your nose down to the pavement my cum will be your only payment then crawl back to your private group chat and cry to all your many wrinkly boyfriends.

I tell the bruised bird, that you’re a bad boy, the bird tells everyone, now you’re annoyed, I understand, it's annoying when you’re just my little toy boy momentary not that scary Mary’s so ashamed I blame you.

You think that you’ll get turned gay I’m hotter than you first thought sniffing out my scent, so you can vent, sexual frustrations.

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This pill feels dry I’ll drown it in the kool-aid start to seize before I reach a peace of mind mind if I ask? Pretty please, die (Deny peristalsis)

Up for debate, what’s real is just a maybe do not speak your truth in vain I’m a harbinger of knowledge mental chronicles of pedias better start reading chump

Goes down my greasy gullet, much like honey smooth as butter on some hot cheeks burning bright screens tell me all I need to know about the snow yellow will purge a fellow of syphilis.

4 pages dedicated to adjectives, with syllables in double digits doesn’t fit the word count I’m out of my depth for this one Due date goes back to 1962. Never progress (Deny peristalsis)

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Neo-geographical. Buy yourself a pet to love. Love the models like your body loath the imperfection interaction made so simple thanks to death threats on the internet.

Why not bet a kidney on your chance of pulling pussy surrounds you thanks to tabs unpaid subscriptions days from expiration stave off starvation with beenz for more death threats on the internet.

Another line of code to 2 point 0 it makes no difference just some detail blind with ignorance if it ain’t tits why twist my neck? I’ll snap yours with my thighs.

Watch a kid get shot for playing wii, in his doorway where he lies I lie too, the remote didn’t look like a gun but the pigs are out for vengeance swine slaughter in our own house won’t be mine because I’m pro so put this barrel in your mouth

I can make your orgasms last as long as a woman all I’ll need is your email and social security number maybe your bank account I guess dot dot dot kill yourself.

Shading coins on cotton just to make a counterfeit sell it on eBay or gumtree as the magic money dipped in crystals soaked in honey jump it’ll be funny

The concept of courtesy would make more sense to me if it had more ass and slurs. I begin to sweat, the heat risen with each death given to a stranger. Time to forgo my name and sleep rinse and repeat next week.

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The x remains a part of me unknown speak in terms not understood looking very smart just as important as being or seeing sense in the world curl up and cry when I find the answer to purpose

Entering phase 2 evolution I’m like coke addicted Pikachu swear to sobriety the only AA I need is for Tetris on the go never slow down brace for snowcrash

Blow fast the smartwatch reminds me mortality is my disease throw it in the trash along with orphans and the homeless save my sympathy for satan see you soon xx now watch me enter phase 2

Singing birds alert me with their whistles speak in text fonts which I hate? They whisper softly “Fuck me raw, I am your meat” meet me later, let them suck transcending dimensionally

Payphones from a different era calls from strangers tell me not to do it but they’re jealous they can’t come up with it cats would like to steal my head, then scratch the skull my brain hooked to their heart pumping filth to my mind

Wash your nails 3 times before you tap the keys enter watch the tree grow show your parents prove the future has arrived took me 7 days to write all aboard for phase 2.

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Lost in sewage systems filled with fluid for my knees, lose my footing and I’ll drown in a sea of human error, second hand embarrassment for entertainment purposes caught in reflections shaded brown thanks to notes.

The sound echoes endlessly in this reverberation chamber, it’s cool how what I say is agreed with instantaneously.

Sometimes bodies float by, but their presence doesn’t strike fear, I hear them speak in murmurs from better days lost in saturation.

Down here it’s all about how many eyes you’ve kept around. We self-immolate in the hopes of sparking fire from the pupils.

Interconnection between our tubes but movement is discouraged, bravery for exploration never gets rewarded. Most forgotten.

We warn them of the poverty and yet our words are dismissed, 3 exceptions to the rule is all they need for reassurance.

You never thought the day would come when counting could be fun but here you are with heartbeat pumping anticipation for a zero

in desperation, brand my asscheeks with words I cannot see make me read them everyday so I might eat tonight.

Inhospitable for most who voluntarily smash their dreams the clang of hammers makes them digestible for the eyes while your own melt under the rising flame which you blow. Once you’re blind, it’s easier to let go.

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Fell asleep mid conversation but I can lie and say there was a nosebleed, not real. So much dishonesty in the language. Impersonal button inputs vibrate and clicks to replace vocal cadence. Write the tears in letters forming heartfelt gestures. Lack of body language. Subjectively interpreted. Holding all my lovers down with my 37 tongues. They’ll never know.

Two words.

I’m happy. Loudly, yet there’s silence on both ends. Caution ahead if it was real, but it’s not. Speaking through tinted glass. Please stop. Swinging at the wall in an effort to cut the connections. Personality much loved since none of it is on display. Mental blanks filled in to create the perfect incarnation of love is our goal. Fantasy.

Seas divide us, so we speak in each other’s heads. Tell me all there is to know disclose secrets of a destructive nature, so that I may extort you for time. The longer you live inside me, the happier I’m allowed to be. Seen by few Who is not you? Hard to tell when the faces are made of dictionaries.

ok.

Facial creasing personified in a black colon so you’ll be fooled into secure conversation. Friendly demeanour non-existent but imaginary is just as good when judging character. Closing in the bracket to bring an end to it all. Makes you smile more than me. Blind and mute, this’ll do. I think I’m in love with you. You’re not. That’s amazing. Let’s find conclusions to answers we never questioned.

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The hook wraps around my insides with a mumble, take two steps and incarnate to dead Walt Disney. Buried in thorns so the wounds will never heal. Feel. No pain to grip your hair and pull until it tears. Fears soundtrack the renaissance fair.

Did I say they could exist? I don’t remember. Their lifestyle makes me sick to the bone is where I cut. Listen to metal teeth scratch against clavicles. Bones bleed dry, mixed with yellow, must I spill it out? Words with F, occasionally N. You have no idea how much it is since you’re always the victim.

I pay my price in pounds of flesh. Buff Billy would be proud to see the day. Silence now so you can hear the skin weep. Watch it melt into nothing think of your achievements, oh that’s right. Too soon to joke about King? Have the royal treatment, beaten bruised or bullet to the head, the choice is yours.

James Baldwin stuck to the screen. Going down as fast as Tony. Opening cupboards to catch the uncle hiding. In my walls he smiles. I eat him reluctantly with foreign spices that make the mouth sweat. My open maw groans and drips, begging to be licked with aggression.

Skin screams, stuck to the wall preaching pain. Is that sweat or tears? Blood, stains the floors of which they are. Soft steps upon their backs pop the bubbles inside the spine. Sow and tape the mouth up tight keep me far away from light. It burns. Mutates the body to one with wishes.

If it was a century earlier, I’d be living normally, no need to fear, the skin follows me. Free to roam, to be seen, to make love, to die. Picking the wrong side of the coin to gamble my life on. The skin walks the streets with peaceful lead pipes. Please turn to leather.

I sit below the window, waiting for a pipe bomb, they want me, they want my skin, stretched. Across dirty floors where they’d ought to be. It’s just not fair, it’s not right. Quote Mary, she’d understand, she’d sort the skin, all into their proper place.

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always enhancing, can not stop dancing, my dick looking fancy, popped collars are my thing.

Watching Seinfeld re-runs on the microwave, CRT, tube TV, pulling out my IV. Dilated through drips of citrus slime. I miss iCarly at night. Can't keep a dog down, but I'll choke on the barrel if you cry.

Good job Mr. Hanks (Enhance) Saving my nation (Stop) Inspiration (Enhance) Women groping adolescence (Stop)

Dyeing my hair so I'll get picked up, Dying from the fumes. Fucked up what they did to Monk. Exhausted from this taped asphyxiating to my face. Thom was right.

Enhance. Stop.

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Pirating music to bash. Coming into the Pineapple club swinging, Chinese boys singing hymnals. Stealing sand to count. Mathematics gone satanic. HANGING AROUND YOUR DOGHOUSE, waiting for your dick to implode.

Dragging my balls on the asphalt, My existence is your fault, licking door handles to feel your essence, My presence scares the cats in the painting.

Eyes looking tasty. Can I steal yours? Make some eye soup. My eye is mine. Aye Aye Mr Hanks.

Making pregnant women birth, Flirting with tits, jiggle jiggle ball of piss. Using my fists to crack a fetus skull. Finding a jar of cockroaches in Granny's handbag.

Y2K in my brain. Planes becoming unreliable, Clinton getting blown at the wheel, This is your pilot speaking, "Can you adopt my daughter?" Minus 3 years old, The lies they'll tell these days.

I look tasty. Can I steal myself? Make my I soup. Eyes aren't mine. I I Mr. Hanks.

Getting looked at like I'm Japanese, Speaking english to the Star Wars nerds, Eating birds when my mouth feels sticky. Debating Stalin's cock ring. College degree required to fuck this pussy.

Gutting sasquatch in the woods, Cutting vaginas into my ass, piercing the slit so it goes green. They'll shoot me at the border. I'm an alien like Bowie.

Can't lose the license, Just tell me what the price is, Geriatric fucks holding microphones, Show me where the fucking money is, Stuffing my thongs with presidents, Burn down some settlements cause I'm white.

I I I. I I I I. I I I I. I I I. I I Mr. Hanks.

She calls it her clunge, home for all this town's rats, dictionary doesn't tell me definitions, Masturbate on the television. Shiny glass is all I cum to. Writing letters signed "see you soon."

EYE YEYE YEE. EYEY EYEYE EYE. EYE EYE EYE EY. EYEZ EYES EYE. i i Mr. Hanks.

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I’m trapped in a maze filled with hungry rats. I miss my baby teeth but a tax man took them last night. Every day I do not pay them the lights get brighter. They don’t want me to sleep so they crucify cats outside my window. I don’t have morning sickness anymore. The smell doesn’t bother me. They made the toilet overflow so I wouldn’t sleep. I won’t let them convert me to an Episcopalian. They were in my house. I don’t trust the mattress. I can smell the Mossad I.E.Ds. Windows aren’t safe. Bill Gates is waiting with a sniper rifle. Steve Jobs was my best friend and they killed him to hide the cure to loneliness. Now I am alone. At least I have Bladerunner. I like Tom Hanks’ performance. He is good at lying. I am deeply inspired. I miss VHS. Blockbuster was the only place I could get quality images of Sharon Stone’s pussy without climbing through her second story open window on those hot summer nights. I made my own sex tape to get famous. I’ll never have tits like Pamela Anderson. I went to all the dictionaries in my house and put my name under ‘failure’. I’ll never have tits like William Shatner. I’ve been really training myself to synchronize my farts with dog barks. The ritual failed the ritual failed the ritual failed. I couldn’t terraform my body into Taylor Swift. My blanket is an American flag. I feel bad for the piss stains. When I was 15 I pissed my pants to hide the erection my teacher was giving me. I have sex with vacuum cleaners. I miss the way my granny used to kiss. I need to break some habits. I smoke crack after every imaginary argument with my dead father. Holding lit matchsticks under my balls burn the filth. Burning the bad thoughts is the only way to be happy. The rats will drink my rice alcohol. For lent I gave up eating in front of dogs. I nearly starved. They’re watching in the walls. I remember Father Fitzgerald’s bullet hole. I saw his skull breathe. If I hold my breath then I can finally sleep. I distinctly remember having my sexual awakening somewhere between Garfield and Smurfette. I watched Batman last year. I’m not sure if joker was that bad of a guy. I plan to run around New York in a bullet proof Press vest wearing a plastic bag over my head to hide the acne and sex doll lips. I don’t want serial killers to make fun of me. It's not me It's not me It's not me. I lay in the bathtub of worms but they do not eat the skin. I'm not even good enough for a snake to swallow whole. The Sri Lankan terrorists send me letters demanding for me to return to the egg. I cried the day mother miscarried me. I said Bonjour once and woke up a week later with amnesia. The water tastes like nickels. When visiting the geriatric society make sure not to be seduced by their sagging cheeks.

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START STRIPPING, STOP Shitting, pop my pussy piss on me stretch nuts suction cup your tits of immortality

JELQ DICKHOLE Scream and bleed cauterize my asshole glass jar suppositories feed me Jesus bread

Waxing legs slitting gums tearing nails bashing shins drinking the sea eating eggs all with a rusty teaspoon

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The amalgamation of my brainstem cutting corners on my driving test you look like a horse infested womb vortexes to pocket dimensions in my room the lingering sense of doom never leave me or I’ll break you.

The birds tell me secrets of the elite, entrepreneurial capital venture, pigeons know the lotto numbers.

Flashing lights until I meet God, replaying mental memories of Jimmy Neutron.

Closing elevator doors in their face, hiding shiny jewels from the klepto rats, posing nude for no reason at all, pissing on your roses.

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Relations built in blood you’re my buddy made to suck my fucking cock and huff the fumes of industrialisation I am made.

Spank the belt to rattle my core feminine hips for my lips to lick remember the dog but you keep getting off the bubbly white foam was my favourite part.

Manufactured in your mother I’m a creature made to smother not for me but for the other and I would have fucked her too.

Snow is falling from his greasy skull full of it, watching baseball games the squeal of pigs is music for his jaded ears listen for weakness, ready to beat the lesson into my ass

Your safety means a lot to me, which is why I carry a gun. I’d hate for you to get quite bored, so I burn all the money. Madam President calls me a communist, but she hasn’t seen the bodies. Every day I stop the plague that comes our way, gluing cheese to the barrel.

Distributed from your father rid his balls of me. Never learned my ABCs instead BDSM sing my mantra sniff this popper stop your crying lets start dying.

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Me thinks she's fucking nasty, tail hanging droopy pulling that shit off fucking extra holes philiac for all those moles meet up spot is on the can grab some coke so I don't choke dry throat is a death sentence

She's a fucking SheRat SheRat Do you hear me? Fucking SheRat SheRats

popping down the club just to check the gutters more sluts than clowns around these part I don't feel safe but bareback feels too good describe that pussy stink

SheRats are a cheap man's thrill to off himself by way of black death is slow Krokodil scratch the back of my flat ass to mark me as your territory

I'm fucking SheRat SheRat Do you hear me? Fucking SheRat SheRats

19th century rates we work in cents watch that decimal point two digits better with 2 zeros

scurry off to have my baby eat the fetus with some gravy from the bottom of the bin mixed with gin and ash fuckin' filthy raccoon bitches got more dignity but I'm desperate for that cheap pootnani

Fucking SheRats (SheRats) I'm not shitting Fucking SheRats (SheRats)

Hands made from cotton candy handy when they need to gnaw them off stubs feel just as good, and blood to act as lube. Little nails to paint with bruises sharp to pierce the skin of catchers squeaks of innocence in rapture They're the first to go.

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Cryostasis payment processed, Shit I could've used a coupon. The price of immortality, bodiless spikes of evolution, talking head outside your window while you shower, thoughts of air pollution (GUT THE COWS).

Rhythmic inconsistencies interest me greatly. Pulling out without a condom worse than murder. Take a life why not more? Top of the food chain weakest link, to the past and present. Fire out of self-defence. Maternity leave. War Tourism.

Solutions, possibilities of how to save the queen. Castration makes the face contort The prettiest creases ever seen. Been down that road before bodies line the streets scent of meats fucked and rotted makes me sharted. The cold finger of the law up my ass.

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I enter your domain of puffed flesh, dick breath, covering my face with thumbtacks, they grope me at the airport. Crave dork, nerd dick, passing boulders through my balls when you re-paint the wallpaper, I am the maker of my destiny. My mom Mario steps on me, high heels though the iris, getting high snorting spices, reminiscing on my knees.

Bruised bone through your whispers on the telephone, telepathic, reading dictionaries to memorize your new language. Stuck in cages with snakes, surviving off gasoline. This is a robbery, give me your virginity.

Give it back, Give it back, Give it back, Give it back.

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I am a foreigner in this world of rats. Spreading STI’s till the day I die. Death is an illusion.

Keep your hands occupied. I suck dick, masturbating my leader, John Lenin, fuck those bullet holes next, blow up the vortex.

Tubes suck me dry, I miss my unique piss, Red, white and yellow. I suck dick just like the Romanian flag.

Strapping in and load on can’t wait to die for a week, come back like Jesus missing my feet. The livestream didn’t work.

Stuck in a wheelchair (fuck) I’m a diabetic amputation I can’t run (piss) I suck dick (kiss) A life without beach balls is meaningless (repeat)