Exit from me this night
This night of nightmares
Like any other night
I wake
As cold as corpse
Shivering
The vodka shivers
Slightly out of my
Skull
A fresh foot
Out of my flesh
Who needs more
Than three hours
Of pass out
Before they are
Refreshed
Coffee brewing
Whiskey
Waiting
And
Gone
Down
Forget
Struggling
With sleep
On a useless
Night
Be awake
And write
Coffee down
Brain up
I dread the sun
Already
I look forward
To sleeping through
The bright eye
Of judgement
Don't shine
On me today
Don't you dare
Shine on me
Today
Unless I walk
Out that door
And pass out
On my stairs
Knowing that
I will sleep
Through you
With a belt
Of whiskey
In my blood
Don't shine
On me
Monday, August 29, 2011
Hell In His Eyes
I was on the train, heading West. The women were talking. Or rather, one woman was talking and the other one just kept nodding and saying "Mmm Hmm, that ain't right". I was ignoring everything but I kept hearing this woman. "He had KIDS in the backseat! While he had this knife, like THIS big!" she had her two pointer fingers measuring almost a foot. "Well why did you get near the car?" the other woman formed a sentence. "Cuz I thought it was a cab, I was looking for a cab! And this man, he had HELL in his eyes. HELL IN HIS EYES!!" she yelled. And we kept heading West, past "god saves you" written on a rooftop and New Drift Liquors. "I got away and prayed! He started driving after me! Following me!" "Mmm Hmm". "He was gonna fucking kill me! And he had kids in the back seat! Was they gonna watch him kill me, with HELL in his eyes?" "Mmm Hmm." "I don't believe in fate, I believe in God and God sent a po-lice officer down the street to save me!" "Mmm Hmm".
The train stopped. And the one woman got up to get off.
"Mmm Hmm, girl what's your number?"
"Oh you know, it's got a lot of 8s in it."
"Mmm Hmm, 8s, I'll call you." She got off the train and we continued West.
"Hell in his eyes," the woman grumbled, her own eyes looking like they were going to blow out of her head. She looked up and saw two mexican children crawling all over their mother.
"Aw, they so cute," she said, but I could see her vision of her terror still haunting her. She lived it and I eavesdropped on her tragedy but I've got a sick mind. In my version, she's dead. And in reality, the haunting is so bad, she wishes she was dead.
The train stopped. And the one woman got up to get off.
"Mmm Hmm, girl what's your number?"
"Oh you know, it's got a lot of 8s in it."
"Mmm Hmm, 8s, I'll call you." She got off the train and we continued West.
"Hell in his eyes," the woman grumbled, her own eyes looking like they were going to blow out of her head. She looked up and saw two mexican children crawling all over their mother.
"Aw, they so cute," she said, but I could see her vision of her terror still haunting her. She lived it and I eavesdropped on her tragedy but I've got a sick mind. In my version, she's dead. And in reality, the haunting is so bad, she wishes she was dead.
Friday, August 12, 2011
God needs a drink
Settle down assholes...fuck God. Just eat it. Nobody likes your child-like suck God's dick behavior. God is drinking a scotch, lighting up and yelling: "I should just blow you all up. Single malt saved you."
Sunday, August 7, 2011
sum of scum
void post-buttered...it owns a reputation damn near "I can't believe it's not cannibalism."...on a warm day...teeth and the "meat", blood on the drug-store tiara
Yeah, that's what I was going to post on a wall of a friend...would've been too dickish.
Ah, good. I can speak here.
Anyone just want to talk and not fuck?
Yeah, that's what I was going to post on a wall of a friend...would've been too dickish.
Ah, good. I can speak here.
Anyone just want to talk and not fuck?
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Wife Fucker/ Love Doctor
Jake never thought that he would be 71 years old, but he was. He never thought he'd be alive and married at 71. But he was. Like every night, he sat behind the monitor and considered writing a book.
"Take out the fucking trash, will ya!" she said from beneath the covers, a thousand folds of flesh and bag of Yim Yams.
"I'm busy!" Jake yelled and flipped through an old picture book. Photos of Jake and his dead family. Photos of when he was happy and when Doris wasn't a fat fucking bitch-monster.
"Take out the MOTHERFUCKING trash, now!" she yelled.
Jake shut his eyes, took a breath and walked into the room where the "woman" wobbled on the bed.
"Did you hear me?!" Doris yelled.
"Fucking Jupiter heard you,"Jake said and gripped the handle of his cane. In his mind, he was beating Doris to a pulp, a fucking pulp.
"Why do I need to take the trash out now? Right NOW. Why the FUCK NOW!?" he stared at Doris. Doris didn't flinch.
"Because if you don't," Doris inhaled and then exhaled, "I'll tell them about you," she whispered and placed a finger on her nipple.
"Tell, em, it'd be better than this shit," Jake whispered and lowered his head.
Jake limped over to the garbage can and began to tie off the ends.
"Don't forget to throw out all the shit in the fridge, okay, hon?" she screeched, gargled, said...
"Fucking shit," Jake opened the refrigerator and saw all the blood bags hanging there. Abortions in the crisper, testicles not even wrapped.
"You let everything go bad," he yelled, "why didn't you eat this shit?"
"The neighbors came over, you remember, silly. You FUCKING SILLY!"
"No more neighbors," Jake said and dumped container after container of neighbor into the trash.
When Jake was done, he tied off the trash bag and tried to pull it out of the can.
"Fucking heavy," he whispered.
"You say something, hon?" Doris said while mutilating.
"It's just that the garbage is fucking heavy," Jake yanked the bag out of the can, then grabbed his can and walked out the door.
Jake dragged the bag, a hole was forming, a hole that dripped neighbor.
He dragged the bag around the corner and considered leaving the bag next to one of the dumpsters.
"Well, you ain't gonna leave that bag out in the open, are, ya?" came a voice from behind the telephone pole in the alley.
"Why the fuck not and who the fuck is talking?" Jake raised his cane and peered into the dark.
"I'm the leach," said the voice. "You know, the leach!" a six foot black worm emerged from behind the telephone pole.
"Fuck off leach, I don't need any..." Jake said, annoyed, then picked up the bag and pushed it into the garbage can.
"You don't fuck your wife anymore, Jake," said the Leach.
"Oh yeah," Jake tensed his grip on his cane. "I don't recall it being any of your business."
"Fucking is my business," said the Leach.
"If you want to make fucking my wife your business, then you fuck my wife," Jake said and walked toward the exit of the alley. "Fuck my wife, please," Jake whispered to the Leach.
"Oh Jake, Jakey!" the Leach called out.
Jake turned around.
"What?"
"Look, old man" began the Leach, "It's a goddamned unfortunate thing, the radiation, the mutation, the hunger for flesh, the weight gain and all. But I can guarantee you a place in Hell, if you fuck that monstrosity just one more time."
"What's in it for you?" Jake asked.
"Oh, just jollies!" said the Leach.
"And what's in it for me?" Jake stroked his beard.
"Just a little thing I like to call life in hell."
"Deal." Jake said. "get me out of this world."
"Ah, glorious!" said the Leach.
"Do either one of us have to cum?" Jake asked.
"Just stick your dick in, Jake, that'll be enough for me."
"How do I know that you'll kill me, that I'll live my life in hell?"
"If you can't trust the Leach, then who can you trust?" said the Leach.
Jake walked back into his apartment, drank half a bottle of scotch, shot his dick up with heroin and then said "I need to fuck you, so I can burn in hell."
Doris rolled over and said: "You ain't sticking that weird shit in me, pal, nuh, uh." and then rolled over again. Jake looked up, the Leach was in the alley, masturbating and mouthing the words "do it."
Jake mouthed the words "does raping her ass count?"
The Leach gave Jake the "thumbs up" motion and then continued to stroke himself.
"Just sit still," Jake's mind was a fury with porno. He thought so hard about fucking when finally the heroin took effect. First he beat his dick against the wall then stuck it up against the shield of the fan.
"This is going in you," he held it, shook it and then threw up on himself.
"Lubricant," he whispered and started stroking.
Doris took a shit and babies crawled out of the feces, stood up and walked away.
"This is not how I expected my morning to begin!" Jake yelled.
Doris unleashed her tentacles and said, "I am not going to be your fuck escape to hell.
The Leach continued to masturbate outside the window.
"Look, I've got a plan," Jake said as Doris's tentacles grabbed him by the throat.
"Just let me fuck you, drag me into your cunt, I'll hold onto you and pull you into your own vagina and we can burn in hell together!"
The Leach started to cum beetles.
"Why would you do that for me, after all the shit I put you through?" Doris asked and shit.
Jake punched his dick and said, "If I'm going to burn in hell, I'd like to do it with you. In your asshole, in THE asshole of the galaxy. I've been a lucky man thus far.
The Leach stopped masturbating and was enveloped by his own beetle cum.
"Let's go to hell," Jake said, while crawling into her vagina and holding her hand.
"Don't let go," Doris said as her flesh started to drag into her own vagina.
"I can see the end!" Jake said, "I can feel the burn!" Jake laughed and came and shit in his pants.
Doris's brain dragged into her own vagina and emitted a lightning bolt.
"Why the fuck are you masturbating on your garbage," the man said to Jake.
Jake looked around.
He was back in his alley. A warm summer night. A bag of neighbor. A hand full of cock.
Jake looked over his shoulder at the man and said "Just checking the oil, okay?"
The man walked away and Jake came. Jake came flames, blood and vengeance.
"Goddamn, if I'm going to stay sane, I'm going to kill my wife."
"Take out the fucking trash, will ya!" she said from beneath the covers, a thousand folds of flesh and bag of Yim Yams.
"I'm busy!" Jake yelled and flipped through an old picture book. Photos of Jake and his dead family. Photos of when he was happy and when Doris wasn't a fat fucking bitch-monster.
"Take out the MOTHERFUCKING trash, now!" she yelled.
Jake shut his eyes, took a breath and walked into the room where the "woman" wobbled on the bed.
"Did you hear me?!" Doris yelled.
"Fucking Jupiter heard you,"Jake said and gripped the handle of his cane. In his mind, he was beating Doris to a pulp, a fucking pulp.
"Why do I need to take the trash out now? Right NOW. Why the FUCK NOW!?" he stared at Doris. Doris didn't flinch.
"Because if you don't," Doris inhaled and then exhaled, "I'll tell them about you," she whispered and placed a finger on her nipple.
"Tell, em, it'd be better than this shit," Jake whispered and lowered his head.
Jake limped over to the garbage can and began to tie off the ends.
"Don't forget to throw out all the shit in the fridge, okay, hon?" she screeched, gargled, said...
"Fucking shit," Jake opened the refrigerator and saw all the blood bags hanging there. Abortions in the crisper, testicles not even wrapped.
"You let everything go bad," he yelled, "why didn't you eat this shit?"
"The neighbors came over, you remember, silly. You FUCKING SILLY!"
"No more neighbors," Jake said and dumped container after container of neighbor into the trash.
When Jake was done, he tied off the trash bag and tried to pull it out of the can.
"Fucking heavy," he whispered.
"You say something, hon?" Doris said while mutilating.
"It's just that the garbage is fucking heavy," Jake yanked the bag out of the can, then grabbed his can and walked out the door.
Jake dragged the bag, a hole was forming, a hole that dripped neighbor.
He dragged the bag around the corner and considered leaving the bag next to one of the dumpsters.
"Well, you ain't gonna leave that bag out in the open, are, ya?" came a voice from behind the telephone pole in the alley.
"Why the fuck not and who the fuck is talking?" Jake raised his cane and peered into the dark.
"I'm the leach," said the voice. "You know, the leach!" a six foot black worm emerged from behind the telephone pole.
"Fuck off leach, I don't need any..." Jake said, annoyed, then picked up the bag and pushed it into the garbage can.
"You don't fuck your wife anymore, Jake," said the Leach.
"Oh yeah," Jake tensed his grip on his cane. "I don't recall it being any of your business."
"Fucking is my business," said the Leach.
"If you want to make fucking my wife your business, then you fuck my wife," Jake said and walked toward the exit of the alley. "Fuck my wife, please," Jake whispered to the Leach.
"Oh Jake, Jakey!" the Leach called out.
Jake turned around.
"What?"
"Look, old man" began the Leach, "It's a goddamned unfortunate thing, the radiation, the mutation, the hunger for flesh, the weight gain and all. But I can guarantee you a place in Hell, if you fuck that monstrosity just one more time."
"What's in it for you?" Jake asked.
"Oh, just jollies!" said the Leach.
"And what's in it for me?" Jake stroked his beard.
"Just a little thing I like to call life in hell."
"Deal." Jake said. "get me out of this world."
"Ah, glorious!" said the Leach.
"Do either one of us have to cum?" Jake asked.
"Just stick your dick in, Jake, that'll be enough for me."
"How do I know that you'll kill me, that I'll live my life in hell?"
"If you can't trust the Leach, then who can you trust?" said the Leach.
Jake walked back into his apartment, drank half a bottle of scotch, shot his dick up with heroin and then said "I need to fuck you, so I can burn in hell."
Doris rolled over and said: "You ain't sticking that weird shit in me, pal, nuh, uh." and then rolled over again. Jake looked up, the Leach was in the alley, masturbating and mouthing the words "do it."
Jake mouthed the words "does raping her ass count?"
The Leach gave Jake the "thumbs up" motion and then continued to stroke himself.
"Just sit still," Jake's mind was a fury with porno. He thought so hard about fucking when finally the heroin took effect. First he beat his dick against the wall then stuck it up against the shield of the fan.
"This is going in you," he held it, shook it and then threw up on himself.
"Lubricant," he whispered and started stroking.
Doris took a shit and babies crawled out of the feces, stood up and walked away.
"This is not how I expected my morning to begin!" Jake yelled.
Doris unleashed her tentacles and said, "I am not going to be your fuck escape to hell.
The Leach continued to masturbate outside the window.
"Look, I've got a plan," Jake said as Doris's tentacles grabbed him by the throat.
"Just let me fuck you, drag me into your cunt, I'll hold onto you and pull you into your own vagina and we can burn in hell together!"
The Leach started to cum beetles.
"Why would you do that for me, after all the shit I put you through?" Doris asked and shit.
Jake punched his dick and said, "If I'm going to burn in hell, I'd like to do it with you. In your asshole, in THE asshole of the galaxy. I've been a lucky man thus far.
The Leach stopped masturbating and was enveloped by his own beetle cum.
"Let's go to hell," Jake said, while crawling into her vagina and holding her hand.
"Don't let go," Doris said as her flesh started to drag into her own vagina.
"I can see the end!" Jake said, "I can feel the burn!" Jake laughed and came and shit in his pants.
Doris's brain dragged into her own vagina and emitted a lightning bolt.
"Why the fuck are you masturbating on your garbage," the man said to Jake.
Jake looked around.
He was back in his alley. A warm summer night. A bag of neighbor. A hand full of cock.
Jake looked over his shoulder at the man and said "Just checking the oil, okay?"
The man walked away and Jake came. Jake came flames, blood and vengeance.
"Goddamn, if I'm going to stay sane, I'm going to kill my wife."
Raul & His Cocaine Problem
He showed me his ID when I carded him. I'm pretty sure it was fake but I did believe that he was over 21 and I was in that mood, that mood that I didn't give a fuck. Have a goddamn beer, the world isn't going to end if you're fucking legal or not. I don't know how we got on the topic but he started talking about panic attacks. I was like "shit, I have panic attacks all the time". "Yeah, bro," he said, "I was doing like a bottle of vodka a day and some coke, not much just like five or six lines a night".
I was beat. I could fight anyone on alcohol consumption but powder was just not my fix.
"I was at home, I woke up and my heart was going crazy. I was having a panic attack. I crawled up the stairs and banged on my brother's door, I could barely say "ambulance!" he told me to fuck off but I wouldn't stop punching the floor, I couldn't catch my breath."
"The ambulance showed up and the next thing I know bro, is that I'm alive. They said I shouldn't be, OD and all that shit. I saw a shrink and they wanted to put me on drugs. I said "no" no more drugs. But then I just did little bumpers of coke. Not big lines, just a little here and there and now I'm okay, holmes. I'm okay. Did I tell you the story about how I parked my car on the roof of an apartment building?"
"No, man," I said and watched him sweat. He needed another bump. He plunked down some money and left. Another storm set in. And just when I thought my night was over, some asshole asks if I'm still serving. "No," I say and shut off the lights. He walks away and I look down the alley and watch the homeless people dance in the rain and soap up. Goddamn this fucking place.
I was beat. I could fight anyone on alcohol consumption but powder was just not my fix.
"I was at home, I woke up and my heart was going crazy. I was having a panic attack. I crawled up the stairs and banged on my brother's door, I could barely say "ambulance!" he told me to fuck off but I wouldn't stop punching the floor, I couldn't catch my breath."
"The ambulance showed up and the next thing I know bro, is that I'm alive. They said I shouldn't be, OD and all that shit. I saw a shrink and they wanted to put me on drugs. I said "no" no more drugs. But then I just did little bumpers of coke. Not big lines, just a little here and there and now I'm okay, holmes. I'm okay. Did I tell you the story about how I parked my car on the roof of an apartment building?"
"No, man," I said and watched him sweat. He needed another bump. He plunked down some money and left. Another storm set in. And just when I thought my night was over, some asshole asks if I'm still serving. "No," I say and shut off the lights. He walks away and I look down the alley and watch the homeless people dance in the rain and soap up. Goddamn this fucking place.
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