Rage born of solitude, outcast.
#outcast
This is the day where I was calle… My writings unbearable for some in… Well one may say better stridulous… Writing is an extension of humanki… Nobody is owner to pages, critics,…
Microwave rice with things in it It’s what I usually eat. Now, while I wait to dissipate th… This rude description has been let… Analogue to I, feeling stranded,
Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…
Suck me long, suck me deep, intele… Why don’t I know if I am not dupl… Wit lost after the fear, erasing i… By you great mother fuckers, throw… By you great pdagogues of adults
All of my Sorrows renewed Into unwanted tomorrows From the ashes of dream and desire Into little nothings of rage, emot… How small and insignificant our au…
We aspire, leave, walk, and run, And yet, some feel like drowning. Return an assumed impossibility . Road runs asunder under our feet, The devil’s beneath in synchronici…
Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before
Seems to be a fascination, In a time of Brazilian Wax And shinning Cunni exposé Legs open far, allegoric dorsum As an Inventiveness of Self
Um tiro no escuro A shot in the dark Next time I’ll shoot you in the m… Said the man, empty handed, But not out of resources,
All this effort to underline the n… As if it were the main chapter of… Only feeds the growing of the deta… A song of dry Taprobana, temperan… Last strophe, smashed hope.
Above the earth and the firmament It is unclear who, actually, has i… Collective truism, our life is a m… One love, one life, they sing, Science contradicts,
« Je me trompe peut-être, mais le ça, le moi, le surmoi, le moi idéal, l’idéal du moi, le processus secondaire et le processus primaire du refoulement, etc. – en un mot les grandes mach...
Write when sad or angry, say, if y… After falling back to listen to D… I confess a choice of empathy abou… At this age, a voice from the fift… As a naturally promiscuous but fai…
Outro. Outro micro, Outro Linux Distro, Another methodology to face Couns… Don’t ask me what I actually do.
When we are lesser than caged bird… When the road was in high water The skies further an F5 tornado When our ground cracks its matter And subdue all around, I won’t st…