Stream of Sloppiness
A wall of eggs outstretched
in every direction
entertainment as a construct
demarcating decadence in society
cicatrix like beak of cockatrice
closed circuit
over my right nipple
I’m like an alcoholic—the more time I spend on the road, the more likely I am to be charged with manslaughter
but
only the straight and neural for me, cowboy.
It’s 2024 and I can’t italicize a text message like how is this real life?
Anyway, don’t read this in full til July 10th:
nice going, you stubborn bastard.
Beggars can’t be choosers, but I didn’t beg to have a choice and didn’t choose to beg in the first place.
Dark influence is everywhere—never let anyone tell you you deserve what you are.
And most importantly,
An erasure a day
keeps ____________________________ away
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