Mouse Ears

We fight our war we so many different things in this world. What is our war nowadays? We all do it to ourselves so suck it up, right, let this sweet sensation slowly crawl over you with your head lolling backwards with the artificial light flowing down onto it twisting you in with a knife. It feels great when you fall backward into the soft white snow that reminds you evasively of the same snow you see crawling under your ‘commerades’ noses every night. It was one in the morning, was it not, when you left through the back door to walk mindlessly up and down the streets of your small town to make yourself feel a thrill of being an unescorted young girl that late at night. Was it really worth it? KA-BOOM!! Blows right in your face.

 You can pretend, oh yes you can pretend that this is all fake but once again we shall find ourselves in a rubble of dishonest shit. We roll in this fith everyday, never sweet for tis always dirty. Deceipher the code that I am throwing at you, what is this, WHO is this I am telling of? Your dirty body is safe enough for me as I subdue to you from now on. Whip you. Lash you. Own you. Just like the media and its models own you like a religion.

You are unsafe for the human complexion. Why do us humankind like to put ourselves higher than others? What is this unrelinquished quest for power which has never been quenched not once yet. This sensation lurks in the darkness within us all but some of us choose to use it more freely-which is oddly the better way around this.

WHO? This is all about me, isn’t it? Who else is there for me to be writing about, let me see you if can figure it out.

This is the church.

School Work??

Memorize me into seduction, this mindless self indulgence, the sweet vibrations through-out, together we will create the greatest sin. Your head between my thighs. Mine beside cold chains. Lurid fire melting what’s between us, forget for our morals will die. Skin stitched together tightly. Blood rushes through our bodies. The swelling of you inside of me as we both cum we can barely see.

Miled into darkness fickled where the sin dies out and the stars are what is promised. Mentally Incapable?

Forget the past of hurt and to the future of humanity. I want what I can’t, need what I see, instead I am who I’m not and few when I’m trapped. Happiest when I cry, dark when I’m bright, for me it’s day when it’s night. This is why they call me crazy. I want to think love, quietness and peace, to dance interperatively beneath the stars sending extra money for dying cultures, tortured animals. With no flexibility follow the “8,8,8″ value of life. Be anything but a puppet, yet instead a watch dog on society to protect these lives from damage done. I need to feel accepted with affection, feelings abundance of grace to no end. Every time I die to be … assurance of INsurance, love me.

Burn…My mommy told me not to do drugs, the wind is much worse valium enduced with conjusticed love. Crippled eyes of simple rain, headphones blaring with water tunnel black. Crispy desks of paper words, individual corporations crunk increasingly with the alternative press. Silence! Quickly slip their autumns rays to winter days, snow covered nose of blood, stench of fecies and mildewed plants. Drinks of cups of sunshine burn…Do you remember adolescense? Tight and pinch, flick than stab – end with push. Kiss the sky to touch the ground, blah, blah, blah. Microwave is done those dinners are fantastic, fucking beautiful with sour cream and cheetos ontop! Mildewed snow pewed is gone, welcome the heat flashes of a dangerous life. Everybody is trying to kill you – why? Run later, rest now. Engine’s roar yet here I am…the kitchen in spring nice and cosy. When my mommy told me not to do drugs, I was too high to listen.

Your words are cruel to me. Still to fact I am whom is bitchy. A newday prostitute that dates her victims, taints many lives only to forgive their sins. Say goodbye for your term is up. Fuck my body to steal my cup of what was but is no longer. Is this what it is like? To be enduced in War? Were others in past conflicts this calm and ignorant? It dances around us like a dancing click of evil, the blood caressing our faces sweetly. I am SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, kiss me. O, green world….Go Veg!!

What Do You Know Deutschlande? Itchy Bitchy. When you want it, it goes away to fast. Times you hate it, always seems to last…

So this is what you call doing work in class? Don’t you think the school system is a little fucked up ignoramus?