Ultimape

Lashings of poetry encircle.                                                        Squeezing the void within. My body a sponge.                                                        Condensing blood drips into the abyss.Flooding                                                        of my soul.I must outweep the poetry.                                                        Collecting water. Pooling misery into my hands.                                                        Conserving what little I can.Overflows                                                        of my soul.The poetry slowly rots away.                                ...

The best jokes subvert narratives in unexpected ways: ---- It's Calling! can you Hear? Get your Ass in Gear. Scream "Fuck You!"; at Fear. Close your Eyes. Pray don't Tear. The sun's out; the Breeze is Fair! If you can't see it, move your Hair. You can do it, Butt do you Dare? I ripped my pants; it has a Tear. So I wrote a poem, that you might Care. I 💛 my👖

If you want to know where he is, and I tell you I don't know, fucking trust me. I am not my brother's keeper.If you care to know where he is even after I say I am not worried, call him the fuck yourself. I am not my brother's keeper.Don't fucking jump down my throat about it afterwards. I am not my brother's keeper.I don't want to deal with your fucking shit, mom. I am not my brother's keeper.

Hello depression my old friend, we were due to meet again.All you do is lay in bed, wishing you were simply dead.This is the sound of suffering. This is the noise my demons bring.From my pain creativity grows. Longing for a means to end my woes.I don't want to be silent anymore. Losing all those that I adore.This horrid feeling that I hate. I just want it to abate.This sickness a mental virus. This is the sound of silence: http://youtu.be/5gFnCwVqbWs