yours truly

my life is like sitting in the waiting room of the abortion clinic

for nic



I lay my head on her tit and extracted every morbid detail and every fantastic dream from the confines of my soul, which had just been released.

Now I despise pillow talk.

I do not like being naked and venerable. I do not like to be put on display.

Moments before this, her legs were up in the air... her nails tore into the flesh off my back and she screamed towards the ceiling, "Oh my God! I want you to fucking cum inside of me!"

And before I fulfilled this terrible deed...

I still had my pride. I still had my wit and my intellect. I still had my cocked eye brow, my half grin, and my "fuck the world" gleam in my eye.

Then my fingers gripped her hair and pulled her head back

ten thousand tormented seeds took their lead.

And now... I was reduced to this pathetic greasy whore. A dumb beast. Falling into her endless pit with nothing to grab on to, to break my fall

face down.

I lay there... spilling my guts to this woman

as if I were on my death bed

writing my final sentiment to a world with no attention span.


I boast to my peers like a drug addicted ego maniac watching my life extinguish, that I would not allow the opposite of the species affect my mood.

But now... I was once confident and proud...

Now I feel like a double homicide would be very appropriate.

And there were only two of us in this room.

So what have you?

You have two choices now.

You can take a vacuum and suck me out of you...

Or you can take this little magic pill and I will DIE inside of you.

You can give birth to me in the toilet.

Have I ever told you that you make me feel so alive?

As time falls apart your life will spin out of control, you will forget my name, you will forget my face, and you will forget everything I have ever told you, in between the sheets of this confession.

You will become some one else.

I will always be the same.

I will forever be stuck between these 4 white walls, playing with guns, writing love poems, self absorbed

and slowly dieing from

boredom.

Anybody can drink their lives away.

However...

Very few can match my determination.