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Intertwined with the greatness of wisdom, she leaves me

This premonition of nonsense, this marching band of

authenticity- Denied.

I came crawling, drunk and out-witted

Blessed be the traditional generation

Hands clean, nails kept immaculate

I cannot give you what you yourself cannot poetically receive

This, inside a beat, could be somewhat revelling

A child in the kitchen, tossing around pots and pans

Sobbing into a dirty napkin

"Take everything that belongs to  you!!!"



I leave with nothing. Only legs and arms and two packs of

raman noodles



And my breaths already have transcended into deeper breaths.

My mind already has found out the means of survival.

These legs, walking twenty minutes to work, and twenty minutes back.

Caffeine and bursts of nicotine take the place of nutrition.

What happens is your nails begin to fall off backwards, and you pick them off, one by one



Once I thought about the future. But now I think of the food I could steal, if I had a large enough jacket.

In two weeks my ribs will paint the suffering for you.

It's a senseless act of pride on your part...on proving an already proven point

All because I cannot love who you've always dreamed of



A penis.



Spreading my legs for some dominant creature? Ha.

I'd rather be spreading them for someone on the same page.