there will never be enough effexor to fix her,
but on the bright side
this will be used for a story
on
the emptying of veins.
his lies...gnarled teeth...twisted corrosion,
extracting the truth like a spectral exorcism.
he fucked her bubblegum guts after she put a quarter
pint of tequila
in his slot, pulled the crank,
cranked the handle.
bust bitch, you came up bust and pray that you get
what's coming to you
before i get coming to you.
living embodiment of the sasquatch,
your maggot filled crotch emitting such a rancor
i smelt you on his cock.
not like you'd be worth it.
never ever is
fussy wassy wassa wussy and i'm not that surprised
he cheated on me,
but i am a little surprised by the fact it was with a woman.
microscopic buildings blood clot caught
between genius and retardation.
you think you're the victim of the crimes i’ve committed
against myself?
you aren't
caught in my teeth.
a holy white
lie.
limitations just accept
this piece of shit
we've created together in the name of the
monotony of matrimony.
on a different day...
one-ly
desolate
less motivated/more desperate = a - live
the problem is that the
variables don't variate enough.
tell it to the pulp
of your gut sacks sagging,
bulging as eyes pulsate the pulse
to the rhythm of self defeat.
