I crave that numbing sh*ts and all of that calming f*ck, or maybe that euphoric state that uncontrollable manic, that transpires you into some sort of sexual maniac So, give me that one good shot a 50 mg, intramuscular, maybe Or a 200 mg shot in the buttock Or a 3 mg/kg intravenous, oh, … More Substance K, Baby
hues of gray, pinks, reds, and the absence of blues… you’ve learned blue dresses the deepest oceans, and the colossal sky at days before the sun takes off and leave traces of orange just before black takes over. … More The Tritanope (morose and blues)
Oh, now you are too predictable—like how your auto-pilot smirk escapes on your face when you thought you have won over your self-imposed paralogy. You yourself is a charmer, a banter…irrefutable, and by which your face swell with its glory. I have maintained sagacity to master your convoluted self-absorb pharisaical principles. You can call me … More Manny Polly Thor and the Sycophant
It’s been a tale of her folks’ song ‘She’ll never live long’ ‘She’s predictable…’ ‘She’ll die soon.’ Not too long she created a world of her own There she lurks, happy with her own played song. There she’s a queen or heroine She fly high, free from chain Little did she knew She can never … More Phantasmagoria
—- They wear nice dress and strike their sophisticated pose. Once they speak, the crowd will pause. They chat flattery words to steal your heart. They enumerate a list of changes, and then, rhymes of hope. They’ll sing it over, and over, and over again. “Vote for me, ‘coz I’m the man”, they say. … More The perks of candidacy.