Day-after technique, hangover Plan
B, can we bend a night further? A
tribunal discussing the topic of abortion, is abortion a fear-based decision? A win for the pro-life, anti-fear campaign.
Whatever I did to deserve these
things, let me remember, so I can do it again.
Being chucked up upon by a vain opportunist instead of being checked up
upon by a hot nurse, the former thinks she can play both sides unnoticed. There’s more to hit here than the eye can
see. Every so often I come to recall
some certain piece of information that I cannot recall at the moment because my
mind is just stringing words along at the speed of a second. A second or so…it’s difficult to tell, the
beat of my heart, the music in the room gives a figure. There is music everywhere, sometimes in
silence! Composed of the world, a rest
note, a life, a string, an instrument of the Lord. Rap of God, you tick-itty-take away the sins
of the whir-whir world, have mer-DUH! Mercy on us, we who are invited to His
table in His name.
I get so obsessed wondering and
worrying if I’m doing the right thing that I think that I want to do something
that I know is wrong, so that by the incorrect laws that govern moral
relativity, I may be more fully unsanctified!
The struggle is unreal unless you’re lifting. Power-hungrily, the criminally-minded
rape-meditate and manifest Dick Wolf scenarios on the little screen, a channel
over from a Pokemon breakdance spinning on a number of broken down beat boxes. Attached to crudity and filth, the mentally unhygienic
act on the things that they think they can get away with until they think that
they can get away with more and more things until they get caught, stopped,
arrested, and wrist-slapped! Shared
suppositories! An anal safari! ‘We’re all kinds of animal,’ master
geneticists presuppose and manifest (in their minds) birds of paradise. Chronic inflammation, the stay-puffed parrot,
parakeet, or lovebird shiver shakes raindrops all over the loveseat, stomach
(the acid seat of Ibuprofen) risk-kay and lungs risk-bee for Baltimore
Bronchioles (nevermore!). So many
painful mnemonic devices, like a dildo minefield, fucked to death near
Guantanamo’s Mr. Garrison (of troops) over a basic territorial border
dispute. The world is a competitive nightmare
to the unmotivated, under-motivated, or easily dissuaded. This is a lovely day!
Extremes of belief ripple-effect
from those regarded as the highest of powers in our society; popes, presidents,
kings, and all kinds of celebrity, human icons and idle idols of indolence,
doling Meccas to the furthest believing tourist. They all arrive there, big from traveler’s
inflammation, or as a bodybuilder might say, ‘swole.’ Swole
is me! The best tin show’s drummer
in Gunter’s marching band, brandishing twin mallets with which to strike maybe
me! This dysphoric mania Kyle Barnes
keeps going on about is effecting me full of doubt, but does it matter? I believe it all means nothing and that’s
normal! A descent into madness is
fearful for possible arrests: cardiac arrest, police arrest, and resentful
rest.
Nuke the Martians! Musk approves. South of Muskoka: Buffalo. Who’s my ugly girl? She’s a tenth out of ten! A human to a bullet
swiftly kills swiftly. Controlled enough
for forensics if it weren’t for her tidy bleach solution she uses to rinse
brain splatter, and her towel she uses to clean her revolver and wipe her
tracks. Her ninja black wrap outfit
tints to princess white after soaking in her bleached bloodbath. This woman’s an untormented psychopath! She sweeps her legs, kicking my legs out from
under me and suddenly her ugly, tense face covers mine with a shower of dead
skin and loose blackheads. My scream is
muffled by our mingling vomit. Dying, I’m
reborn, as a virgin, climaxing, covers my head with her long hair as she covers
my head with her shorthairs. The
position is her favorite, I can tell already, I’ve served my sentence, and that’s
not her period, that’s just pussy pussy pussy pussy blood blood blood!!
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