Just cant make any fucking words come out of the storm today. You tell me to grab a slice of happiness pie from the 24 hour buffet. When I try you bomb me with your emotional napalm and tell me BAD! I ask you why with hurt confusion in my eyes and you smile and say you misunderstood me... When I said grab a slice, you were supposed to feed ME.
Laid out staked hand and foot on the universal 24 hour buffet table...
COME AND GET IT!!!
Only .99 cents a plate and free soft-serve Soul for every customer!
White meat? Dark meat? Hurry while supplies last!
Buy one buffet ticket and bring a friend for free!
Family fun and games!
Children and family eat free! Cheapest prices in the Universe! You can't afford NOT to come and stuff your fat faces with warm juicy slices fresh from HELL'S own oven!
She has plenty to go around, so feel free to serve yourself..
ALL YOU CAN EAT!!
The sweetest meat is around the heart so grab it while it is still beating...
We have Pain on Tap and all the Good Intentions you can gorge on! Only .25 cents more! Half off for Senior citizens and receive a free Youth Shake! Made with only the FRESHEST Souls! She won't last long folks, so come and get you some!
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Josh and Misty
Two artists in love. We write together, and work together, play together and live together.
I(Misty) am the loud mouthed jester and he(Josh) is the quiet, watchful protector.
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Twisting and turning. Never stopping just moving on...a leaf caught on the wind.... blown against a tree and shellacked to a windshield...A seed blown across two states just ahead of spring rain...whipped into the crack of a fourth story kitchen window.... These things are wind-driven and I make no fucking sense when I write anymore... So many fucking thoughts and so many fucking words and so many damned pieces of mental duct-tape flying out of nowhere to stick the bitches together and make a crazy kaleidoscope no one understands... increasingly I see the world thru strange eyes...the angles skewed and warped... faces stretched and blurred and voices blending together into a cacophonous WAAWAAWAA's...I have no idea where the fucking wind is blowing me. I struggle for words, sentences and structure to put voice to my insane ramblings. Attention- span daydreams weave sinuously through my verbal brain-vomit like mature maggots through the eye sockets of a road-kill cat. Moments of clarity spear the intellectual chaos between my ears like morning sunlight through a bullet hole in the ceiling of a smokey blacked out bar. Every morning a rattly little red capsule that works less and less to quell the chair-breaking barroom-brawl taking place in my psyche...
By Josh and Misty5 years ago in Poets
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