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Last night
Too many ciggy
too many ciggy
too man cigarettes
fancy manish
oh so tannish
just a reality jolt

Prideful outspoken and bleating hearts yelp for inclusion, leap for the camera at dour occasion.

Searching for a more complete word for man. Earthlings, spiritus corpus, Us. Nature in flesh seems better to me; nature that takes and gives, ravishes and nurtures, builds and destroys. We are part of Nature, Science, things that are and have no classifications or codifying, things in the ether that question themselves and the surroundings, entrapment questions.

Most people’s bravado is self-esteem and jealousy
And I couldn’t hate you but I do just the same
Memories go again and my anger doesn’t change
Thought I was better than this and got over
Just more mirages and smoke cancer mirrors
Feed me the poison cull the remedy
Rhythmic persuasion those hips confuse confound me
Too much time gone but recently understood the personal injury
Maybe it was lovelorn or prideful puncturing
I should get over but in me it repeats
Angry at myself for another reason addition
So much space of loathing must be the Catholic in me
How come I’m only honest when drunk and lonely

Scar face and ugly
Black mirror break it
Que sara
A Mask for you and you...
I think it’s so easy to do so wrong cause we don’t see ourselves or face the face. Mirrors reflect self-perceived idol of the unreflective idles, only see concern on other one’s faces. Friend, foe and acquaintances furrow brow and wrinkle faces to assess us. Tsk tsk and risk aversion. Criticize the selfish and break up polygamists, keep people safe along with bracing freethinking, embracing self-effacing unless commencing the judging. Heart in right proximity but logic escaping, freebasing rhetoric with doctrines unyielding.
Slops and slurs, pussy and tits on male lips

Vocal arrangements caustic dement distort my squared area of comfort

Loud lascivious exhortations fuster and folly slurps creative juices

Liquid, cream, butter nuts squoze nasty nas rhythmic drippings

I’m just as bad as these lewd clowns making light and bright of bodies in femspot, future holes n wet spot

Chapter 2 sprees

Killer clones clowning melancholy bullies cloying callous kill kill jelly jam us brash skin tags pierce like ears of cow slavery
He’s bright, he’s a aflower

He’s a peacock proper

Strut strut scratch

Beak between the flaps
She burns me and I like it

Sensual being heats my body

Torches blazes my chest, my loins, my everything

Confused heart palpitates

Hard fast beat hard

Love lust lusting for bodice unfolded