I'm so fucking bored, I wrote this

Slit throats with broken glass
These are memories that last
The sound of blood bubbling
Through a windpipe is troubling
To some, but not to me
When I look, and I see
the pain of the suffering
I feel nothing but glee,
my hands attempt muffling
The laughter that'd give me away
I play and pretend at being a sheep
But truly my flesh is of wolf as I creep
Just give me a moment when we are alone
That moment is when I'll show you my true tone
You seemed so confused, when the bloody blow struck
You went down so easy, that's just your tough luck
I straddled your midsection, pounded your face into the ground with oh so much grace
You could not speak for I'd broken your lips,
Just maybe now you will cease making quips
You could't fight back for I was on top, once I get going I've no means to stop
I called you a bitch, and I spit in your face
Maybe now on you'll remember your place
You started this war, with obtuse disrespect
I finished it, thank christ it wasn't by breaking your neck
It is a recounting of a childhood fight I got in. You can probably guess what end I was on. But I'll leave it ambiguous for you all. Paintings will be on their way soon. Life has been Lifey (I was going to say hard, but "Lifey" has such a nicer ring to it). I went to the er for lung stuff that's been going on for years, docs say it's not a big deal. Supposedly just asthma. So that's why there's been a bit of a lul in artwork. I've had a lot of dizzyness and vomiting from the antibiotics and steroids they put me on.
Paintings Soon though! Very soon!
These are memories that last
The sound of blood bubbling
Through a windpipe is troubling
To some, but not to me
When I look, and I see
the pain of the suffering
I feel nothing but glee,
my hands attempt muffling
The laughter that'd give me away
I play and pretend at being a sheep
But truly my flesh is of wolf as I creep
Just give me a moment when we are alone
That moment is when I'll show you my true tone
You seemed so confused, when the bloody blow struck
You went down so easy, that's just your tough luck
I straddled your midsection, pounded your face into the ground with oh so much grace
You could not speak for I'd broken your lips,
Just maybe now you will cease making quips
You could't fight back for I was on top, once I get going I've no means to stop
I called you a bitch, and I spit in your face
Maybe now on you'll remember your place
You started this war, with obtuse disrespect
I finished it, thank christ it wasn't by breaking your neck
It is a recounting of a childhood fight I got in. You can probably guess what end I was on. But I'll leave it ambiguous for you all. Paintings will be on their way soon. Life has been Lifey (I was going to say hard, but "Lifey" has such a nicer ring to it). I went to the er for lung stuff that's been going on for years, docs say it's not a big deal. Supposedly just asthma. So that's why there's been a bit of a lul in artwork. I've had a lot of dizzyness and vomiting from the antibiotics and steroids they put me on.
Paintings Soon though! Very soon!
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madrigalian schizo-affectionate disorder

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Been busy but I stll love you


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Why is there not a Spaceghetto app? Can we make that happen?
Found this cool video from philadelphia

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everyone who posts nothing but videos sucks Is this the Spaghetto Mascot?


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I'm glad that I'm not a little teeny cat no more.

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