*Jordan Peterson voice* benzos

and so I speak of madness and in that there is some truth always for the truth is maddening and lacks compassion it just is not matter our emotions a baby born predisposed to ilness will be saved by the cold facts of medicine and circumstances and if she does hopefully there waits a warm blanket

and what successful poet puts her matieral in post the medium maters more than the message the ny best seller button, opera pick, a book your celebrity likes then you are reading status the content is meaningless after all who can critique us often without us tuning them out

I must speak even if it is nonsense like the bables of an baby I know not the power of screams

and i hate everyone and everyone hates me and we hate everything love is not nature we come into this world cold naked and afraid and leave thus love is the hard earned honey off the lives of many worker bees that may never taste of their labor

and so I run away to a place so far away and the only way you know is the photos that I post follow mee follow meee I know just the perfect place to go

sexually deviant hedgehog

joy maxing

face smashing muisc

smoothie hero

dr sex

sexually deviant hedgehog

a dialog between two breast with large personalities

enchantment freak pills (sexual)

sexually active altoids

office 365 sucide watch

I will keep writing i love you until the words no longer make sense

budget bin philosopher

off brand marytr

drug store poet

the excel manifesto

epilating your brain worms mulching fertilizer sinless sunflowers

bubble gum god fearing perfume is all we need to pass

take the mall escalators with each jounrey up you must ask why

lollipop facial bones

bad bitch mantra fumble, drop, disappoint keep safe - can't control salvation bridge, ghost planks fall eye liner on point healing lips sinful tangle

shaking the magic 8 ball and it says "ur soul must weep ink tears"

luckshit buddhist genetically predisposed suffering eyes ideal good karma to bad karma ratio lucky trans reincarnation artistic neurotransmitter imbalance yearning legs

don't get mad at me we don't have private accounts yet

when two ugly people kiss does the pleasure not remain the same is she not the most enchanting person of all time only the audience hates them for daring those of self worship hate the most daring flawed hands plucking happiness narcissist starving at the reflection

if you are smarter, prettier stronger it does not matter an 11 by 11 canvas takes up the same space and aborbs the same light no matter the difference in price all water in a pond flows the same

and if we take bad photos what if it

and if we write bad poetry what of it

like a camera i write - i make a poor paper weight

baptism in white monster. not like the other girls I am a brick. spread your self hated like the plague. gouge out your eyes with contempt. no self harm can match your mangled soul. society has infested your mind. no god no angels just reddit and bluesky never give up the blade for a tissue box

doctors give the greatest advice "just have gratitude" 10 million pills of gratitude bankrupt pharmaceutical companies the DOW is 0 dollars captilaism destoryed dictatorship of the doctors in full effect tortured and killed if you don't eat vegetables and fish oil liquid

projection you are my mirror I am screaming smart mean judgmental parts shattering self harm you are invisible everyone is me

war of attrition body smashed cold glass sleepless eyes appetite desert yet I remain

Carrie Fisher was bipolar ?!

as though I must vomit I feel I must write and so my soul goes onto work I hold feel the acid yearn hold open to talk out comes nothing later I sit around nothing fingers search I write

and if we write but nobody reads it and if we repate ourselves and if life repeats itself I hope next time I am a flower in a forest that never gets pollinated

I write poetry in a little book that I paste my poloroids in. one day I want to scan all those pages - and eventually make something digital to share

at the low tide I rejoice uncover parts touch that was lost worship in my step before gratitude leaves my lips my feet are cold my waist is drench I step my head is under

and if our hearts share a common cause and if we leave the home and if I sneeze and you say "bless you" I will say "thank you" for one moment I was not alone

I am like a road a long stretched out thing from there to here

when the pen is not all possibilities but as I write letter words phrase prison erects one path - maybe dead-end

... do it to me? im normal

I wanted the simplest of dreams. that no child would ever feel as lonely as i did.

I forgot how goated this website is when your mutals list is small