for we are the champions of the sun.

the tears from your eyes are like the sweet waters of christ

they smear on my shoulder and baptize my soul.

and when I look into those shimmering jewels-

when I leap into those pools-I hold my breath

and hope to god I'll come back up ontop.

so let me stop.

"and who are you?"

"you know who I am."

but I never have. I'd like to think that has changed

for a battle of kisses and cute talks has been waged

from pudding cups and whipping butts,

 to singing songs while selena sees my nuts

I must say, you've caught me with my pants down and ass out

but I'll kiss your bald spot til your hairs sprout about

and rape whistles stop dangling from your pierced snout

until the mole near your butthole shouts out

"you want me meow?"

and to that I'll always say,

frack yes.

death rhyme

all my dreams and future reveries have all been ruined by past miseries-
not distinctly my own, but of association with a polluted ocean.
her surfaces covered with spit, blood, and semen-
the reason? its the oil to their fire; the gold of the liar.

to the waters once for hire, I love you.
to the beasts who littered and admired? you've been retired.
her liveries have washed ashore or in the currents, carried away.
your decay will erode-to oblivion, like obsidian, a flame dying in this ode
a song, a poem, of waves crashing on every note.


I want the morning air
to fill with the sound of your skin
and the swaying of your hair-
with the aroma of a woman I don't care to share.
 

things I hate about sex

I actually found it kind of surprising when this came to my attention.

1. never knowing how much of the collective sweat pooling everywhere is actually mine. I'd really like to know whether or not I'm getting a good work out...

2. how dehydrated I get and how I seemingly have to all of sudden pee every 30 minutes and put clothes on to make myself even more dehydrated. I need to start stocking my bed with water bottles and bananas.

3. not being able to cum because I watch way too much porn and are too busy trying to follow commands of screaming psycho nymphs.

4. my books and letters fall off the shelves infront of my bed and I have to organize them all over again 
 -_____- I think maybe I'm turning into the male-equivalent of a cat lady.

5. not being able to make porn.

6. not really having a chance to make witty comments since the only comments involve the words jesus, fuck, pussy, god, and dick. not really much to go off of there...

7. it is not acceptable to watch it's always sunny in philadelphia while recieving oral sex or hitting dat shit from da back.

8. I don't have a full body mirror to watch myself pose-balls deep-or admire how awesome I am. I think this one will soon be corrected, though.

yup.