I’m getting bored. You seem to be so infatuated with yourself, its hard to compete. I’m not an internet fantasy. It’s stupid, it’s worthless, I’m a person and I’m real. Just go back to Jedi porn and your make believe thighs of steel –
You know, your Eden with popcorn -where Adam met Eve…before HE came along….just another horny snake dangling from a tree and he said,
“Hey sexy Eve, why not eat ALL of me…”
I would have too if I were her…it’s a no-brainer really…
because Adam seems a little uptight, and just a little soft. And you know you thought the same thing, don’t lie….can’t set your woman back on track? Poor naked Adam, just another closet case….not much has changed since then…women scream for the snake and not the sucker- in case you didn’t know that….so be careful when you bend over….a gay frog, a glazed hog. It all tastes good right?
although it wasn’t for numbers not 1 and not 2. And it wasn’t for them, and not me and not you…
So I am feeding the light from the dark shadows- and places that I will never defeat…feeding you back to yourself…
then God asked me why I wasn’t eating -I won’t touch anything -I’m just some weird and inappropriate monolith. It was almost too late anyway. Why should I eat? Nothing’s for me.
But I know because he’s red I can push him, higher and deeper than most. I can breathe on you. My hipbone is grinding into the earth and I’m not sleeping again. Flesh burning bright, eyes basking in the glory of the coming of God. I’m awake most of the time…
And the earth was like the shoes I wore, useless to me now. Is anyone listening? She asked me when I was born and I told her December 19. My mother didn’t make me though, I came on my own and I have proof. My proof is you. Hooves pounding the ground for more of my suchness. A burping ballerina. Stop acting gay ok? It’s a real turnoff…mommy bled a heap of moons…and some just got in my way, that’s all…
leather and whips and a soft spoken gaze. There is a XXX theatre on the corner between heaven and a virtual hell. She’s laughing at you,
you idiot maker. Pride in the corner, two men in a stall. That’s what happens in places like that, someone’s gonna bend you over. And you know it too don’t you?
It’s limp. It’s soft and the bread basket is full. You did it again. Mockery. Slamming fists into the pavement. A gate for unbelievers. Find someone else to screw. The big dog just said NO. You think it’s all nonsense don’t you. You think I never talk about myself. You think my tusks are dull. You think I’m a mess in masterpiece eyes. You think I’m stepping on big man feet. You think I’m a bunny who hops like a charm. You think I’m the bitch with 3 eyes.
You think I’m talking to you right now, don’t you? Well I never sleep. The voices are ALWAYS in my head and I really do think you SHOULD be afraid. This whore is a maiden that every mouse lays. So sorry to tempt you, crawl back in your hole. Mommy made dinner down deep in your sister. Sister Fucker, that’s what he said. “Get those Sister Fuckers away from me.” and he was enlightened. So what can you expect me to do for you?
So suck up the morning, the goats are bled. It’s all kosher now. I made virgin stew…so don’t worry. And nobody knows our little secret. Not yet…
And don’t get so creeped out guys, you know the way I am by now. You know the pace I set. You know the gleaming horse I bet. You know I’m drawing paradise. You know my love wears no disguise. That’s her address,
The morning dew runs down my leg and I’m just God uncovered. So really I can say anything- because virtually sin left such a loophole. I broke the daddy rules for you. I drowned myself in a shallow pool. It’s all a blast of who fucks who- and whose first- and really I do have the most money -just like I have the most pain. It’s a self serving crock -It’s a groaning young girl, it’s a fag down on his knees.
It’s me turning over the table of bloody dessert.
I’ve got something for you in my pocket.
I love you. I won’t lie. Stick around and see, how you can make or break a saintly bitch like me. I’d love you to try and I’m ready in bed.
My place of war. My place of Red.
Did she really just say all this offensive shit?
Yes I did. It wasn’t hard.
So please roll over.