Category: the Morbid Interests of My Porcelain Princess

TO MAKE CONTINUING TO BE A DRUG ADDICT AS IMPOSSIBLE AS POSSIBLE every time you kiss him every time you hold him every time he thrusts deep into that part of you you never truly shared with me you can thank me from the bottom of your heart getting rid of you entirely every time…

if you have problemsand don’t want the world to know itunless you intend to solve themdon’t date poets listen to me dearestcuz everybody hears mewe are not good at keeping secretsand we speak quite clearly we are undoubtedly accountablewe live our lives in publicand although sometimes it sounds like hellin the end we love it…

i knew a girlthat lovedwhen i made fun ofcapitalism. i would always saywhen anything bad happenedi would say,i blame capitalism bad day? run down? kinda stressed?unhappy? dissatisfied? miserable?about anything and anything?blame capitalism. we had sex like crazyshe said partly cuz i always made fun of capitalismlike a character in her favourite bookand she enjoyed that…

Every bite is sexual I keep a real tire scheduleI love when he licks itGets Down to the minuteEvery second when hes wrecking my intestines Check yo watchIts suck a cock a clock

If you get better thank me If you drop dead, thank you.

So just go with the flowDo as your toldLive in your bowlAlone and cold With a frigid soulIn the hopes Youll get his goldwhen you get old But dont you wonderIf hell want someone youngerWhen he needs a loverTo be a mother Oh i hear him sayGetting paid is on the wayDont complain just stayBut…

you wish to be richand you’ll always be hisso i’ve dismissed your kissyou insist i couldnt resist thought i’d swing my fist?thought i’d slit my wrist? here in the mistwhere you dont existbliss

stand by your manno matter whateven if he has a million dollarsand you need to bang broke poetsto get off

block methen stalk me?you should be walkingyou drama queen but you keep on talkingbalkingsqualkingand rocking the boat take this notego homeyoure brokeand a jokeand not worth the tokeit takes to forget you i blew you outlike smoke so easy to reject youi dont respect youenough to regret youYou neglected wreck, you. i’ll spark my fireforget…

dont call people crazy if you lie to them all the time. denied intuition and dissonance are painful, and real and people will find a way to get to the truth if they have to talk their way thru pandemonium. the heart and mind are connected to infinite reality and when you lie to someone…