The Mouths of Corpulent Corpses

In this place the gold glided never land of me sweating through my knee high socks hating every second of this. Every time i enter this land i get scared. I wasn't born into this shit hole but i have found myself a nice niche to groove up in. That is what i do. They call me from the wilds of the plains and ask what i am doing. Or where am i going. All i say is that usual refrain. They don't know the truth of it though because they wouldn't be able to understand this level of nothing. Nihilism in its most localized form. Dead eyes. Dirty shirts.Just fucking giving up on it if it doesn't serve you right. Negligence for all those previously held positions and i do feel bad. But who the fuck cares you are a speaking to a man who lays an idea out in his head and then decides consciously to fuck that shit up as seriously as possible. And sure as shit i fuck that shit up. It lingers in memory at the mere edges. It makes one reconsider their teenage fetishes. If this were a classical symphony where would i be. What would be my place in this god?

Lower duodenum. The last place one expects a full frontal attack to occur. But when it does you give me a call and tell me how bad your gut hurts. So i will tell you a story. And i make sure everyone gathers near because i am getting paranoid in my old age. I was in the depth of something deeply empty. But that is where you find yourself when you die emotional next to the empty husk of a former love. Oh the month of August. But it got even worse. My mind was unoccupied and turned to worse things like the drink and the fears of racing minds. But it was days of nothing and the unwilling cold turkey cure was hurting my soul. But it was all i had at those moments. So i dealt with it and that meant beer. That scares you what the fuck ever. Someday you will actually care for someone other then yourself. But i don't see that occurring anytime soon.

It was the hottest breakfast i had been to since that one time we woke simultaneously in the person we hurts home. We stared then went and got food. But then you made up for that lack of an exciting day. Your mind wandered and you worried if i had still remembered the sins against nature we had committed. Laugh laugh laugh. There was a come on to my very livelihood. And i took the bait like a fish waiting for dreams or just to get laid. At that time i didn't know. I was deep in the mountain. Laughing socially with this tribe that assembles on the occasions of holidays of their making or holy days of our makings. And i wonder occasionally about years from now because i would never be able to stare it in the face and deny the possibility for fun. Unless there was a girl involved. You know how that goes. I was trying to be more sociable but who cares about friends when there are nudes involved. I looked them over with an artful eye and decided that we should go out for dinner some time soon. Did this slutty gesture work on me? You can bet it did young woman. So perhaps we can turn this digital dance into a digital prance ending in my pants locked into your pants. I hope they don't spray us with a hose to get us unlocked. I won't leave! I don't wanna go! I gotta learn to say no! But you are such a ho and i am just a lonely frustrated man who has once or twice forgotten what was in front of me and remembered worse stuff. I swear it was just to make the time pass. Or possibly to make it better.

Frankly if you want to be honest. You are a schizo in that department and possible all of life. Because if there was a list and i had to choose places. Not that i would do that because oh who am i kidding. I did it and i made a list. And for me all that seemed as worth as much as the good times i masturbated. Damn what a waste of time. That i will never get back. And should have taken if i weren't stupid. Well as they say you live and you learn or you don't live long.