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Her stupidity is becoming stronger, illuminating her blindness during youth Normal conversations are frequently dipped in unfathomable confusion I taste the disappearance of a mother's brain function every day, Excitement and dread coalescing behind my aching eyes A slow death coils around distant limbs, red and asexual The future has so many blurry faces, perfidious and fervent This place is a bustling graveyard, littered and depressing If the image of my body is swallowed by a diminishing ganzhi, I will Fill my heart with departure, send a battalion of orange flares to the sky, Organize my belongings like I'm creating time capsules, and leave this Rancor-drenched town, its people bolstering my dwindling gratitude I do not want to sink deeper into this ground I will not watch another soul fade away

Eaten churches Soul-altering fetishism Human meat filling clear pipes Artistic cultists corrupting the prime species False and catastrophic accusations You press the splinters of the suffering and creative deeper into Their flesh to use their screams for music and Their blood for shitty tattoos So, take those empty urns out of the closet and donate them to The minorities you want to fucking slaughter Pluck the hypocrisy from dicks and pussies The world you want is boring as hell Get used to living near rainbows, gothic nightclubs, And film festivals that feature directors from other countries Embracing diversity will make life so much more enjoyable Those stories are cutting your kids But if that happens, that means you Have a project to work on Great for you, but terrible for them

Settling for your “love” is like eating raw meat; Seemingly better than nothing (It’s not! Please don’t!) Consecutive abasement making memories rusty Perpetual selfishness eating all of my wallets The occasional slap, the weekly headache You’re such a fucking bitch You’ve turned this house into Pier Paolo Pasolini’s Salò mansion, but with the Circle of Blood being rare; But if you were my size, you would make it the most common You keep violence in your dreams because you know outsiders Will reach in, strip you of your halo, then smash your face with it Always speaking of finding another man with ease, scaring the Lonely teenager in me– I’m brought to that damn bittersweetness Of your crystal mouth, the hymns of forgotten men wrapped Tightly around your dry tongue So many reasons to leave you in Purgatory, but you’ve killed Ancient connections so that I remain in this icy warehouse However, they’re much more human than you, so you’re fucked

Treasure trove for collectors and artists, hiding obscurities Mistreated store in a suburban crevice More memories than money Passionate owners always stocking the old but clean shelves Both connoisseurs of media; movies, music, games, and books Always happy to inform regulars and newcomers They want to keep the past relevant There are stories on the walls and windows Far better than retirement

Waking up after much-needed idleness, not by a disgusting alarm, A rowdy youngster, nor an abusive relative; my body aligned with The core values that rest neatly on a shelf in our minds’ Sunlight keenly infesting the rooms and hall as preparations Are happily made on both ends; neat bed, minty mouth, Accessories for the adventure ready, and a morning meal The two of us lovingly greet in the warm kitchen before Sitting down to enjoy another splendid breakfast; another Perfect start to a wonderfully long day Reality will never favor this dream of mine

Ephemeral visits and pieces exchanged ≠ a new family Japanese punk rock plays outside as chips fall to the pavement Teens awaken a silent desperation within the laboratory Pain smells like a rebirth when it comes from a stranger With so many options, you limit yourself to normies– You cling to the possibility of enriching the town Giving away chunks of muscle tissue has built a foundation of Unholy sacrifices for a plastic house– a home for Selfish mannequins Unleash the soft beast who craves the hardness of Pandora’s Box and the sweetness of white chocolate So that your catalyst can bloom peonies, even when Expired spices are poured into the neon orifices End the era of abhorrent convenience, creating a Multicultural library and an unknowable galaxy You are not a snowy sidewalk Not even a furry shadow You are the crystal above this pile of sin

Untouchable fables between black teeth, Keeping the winged spider stupid and ugly; The honey blades of the princess becoming sharper with Each fragile lie-- "You are not a virgin." "You do not need me." Nearly three decades of Having a lonely heart and a lewd cast of Braggadocious friends and relatives (Trauma-flavored link) Her family saw her as the genesis of holiness, filling her Maroon rooms with God-pleasing talismans and eating Every secular movie, song, and book that entered her V O L C A N O She tastes the saddest parts of love She's too old to be a girlfriend She'll never be his soul-filled star He is venomous He is the blue saliva underneath red blankets Light destroys dollhouses A room screams, a door cries, a butterfly covets loneliness ইমান আনন্দময়

Tear-scented nostalgia deafens this maroon soul Rejection crushes family photos, obscuring hopefulness Anger became more common than us Friends felt like uncanny valleys Valleys seemed fictitious, just like school life in cartoons "Everyone is a fucking monster" "I am a noisy stain to everyone" "Everyone wants me dead" "I am safest when away from everyone" When there's a clear sky and a bare wall in my vision, An unidentified version of myself begins to cry, mourning the Family who I will never meet and/or the children who Blissfully perished Trapezoids orbit stale memories, crucifying my desire to return; Rural prisons built for kids, turning disabled extroverts into traumatized introverts (How the hell am I to blame?) Authoritarians always on the hunt for a reason to break a youngster's Individuality, then slicing the rest with those faded shards to create Some kind of blood god-- a fucking abomination that's allowed to Smoke in hospitals and bring firearms to

Chaos blasting through brothel doors Eyes wide and begging to be sliced Floccinaucinihilipilification finally on the cover of Every book, contorting the faces of Mothers and fathers New life, slaughtered strays, The same bed Over twenty years of Envied filth Blood whispers poems of Revolting purity The fun is over, immediately Angels return, freshly jaded Moans truncated; replaced by cries Freedom falls to the rotting floor like Useless, diseased meat Life like a dark comedy Love like off-brand candy Lies like oak trees Language dressed in those same lies, Welcoming those who dance on mountain-long feathers to Keep beasts friendly and the land vast, diverse, and Healthily harmful A prize that cuts the towering fool with ebony knives ကံမကောင်းစွာပဲ၊ အချစ်သည် ရွေးချယ်ခွင့်ရှိသေးသည်။