linen and love

I am a liar

I am a liar

I am a liar

and a bastard

I lie like a bastard

bastard liar

I am possessed

bastard possession

I am a lazy bastard!

lousy shame

I can taste bitterness as each lie squirms its way through my fucking strait teeth,

barren hopelessness

I'm a fucking fatalist and I can't help it!

-G.D.

Narrative 1

He was creeping about in the souls of Townsville among the dead vacant earth,

when he realized that "it's naked.- the earth I mean."

He turned gently as a rusty old road sign hung subtly flapping in the wind became aligned with his vision;

it read, "the end", he had forgotten how to speak, but what had entered his mind was-

"what am I doing here? I never saw the beginning."

-G.D.

Adolescence

my thoughts are in a constant state of inextricable vanity,

stubbornness of one concentration that cannot be broken,

my fear for becoming a provincial-wealthy-concise living-old man has left me,

I feel not need to worry such a thing,

I put on my tie,

I rattle my bib,

tomorrow is the day of broken hearts,

She blushes at me,

"I'm a rye, what are you?",

I'm a Don Quixote man: a quixotic man,

who else exists in this state of my mind?,

which has become completely inscrutable,

but who?,

now you have just enraged me. 

G.D.

 

Dream journal

I'm a bastard, 

who is she?,

she rattles me,

does she live?,

Is she me?, 

I'm a madman/cow fucker,

what the hell?,

have her walk outward from my mind,

Damn,

is she real,

i doubt it,

in which case fatalism will not allow it,

I'm leaving tomorrow but I''m here today,

1,2,3,4,5, ...SHIT!,

operate the living life of fools,

I'm a goddamn liar!,

release me,

blow smoke, 

drop tear,

#9,

blood type =deceased, 

I love them,

I birthed her in mind,

but how i am I to know what is to come?,

....,

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