human juxtapose turmoil bled into words out of ink.
written in a brazen forum. these are unbareHELLilitating terrors slashed out in conformed ink; my rants/ramblings to make it through today to an inevitable tomorrow. "fuc!k !you." a dream has risen in a Se7en of grime toiling illicitly, rooting calm tissu|nnerv ng. intended to impact you; not the world, to clutch a resonating pulse or indulgence. this is my vigilance/vengeance over myself with a name and a face. i'm still standing after all of this shit/turmoil. self-damnation has it's girls, ___________, liquor, beer. .. . ibuprofen. it doesn't have an exit sign, illegal. enter and 2:30- 7 am.[closed]. are the only signs printed. HELL is welcoming say what you want and the guy from legend presses a floor number. it looks like a blacked out hallway , candle flames wisps for air, lungs folding into their selves struggling. if you don't mind memory ________, bl ncs. "What the fuck."; diverge. it kept me alive when i was fighting, desce.. . I.lo. .. .s. . ; savage.
noitcelfer-Self Published June 06, 2013
dedicated to: Published February 10, 2013
not intended for the weak hearted Published September 23, 2012
HELL; Published September 08, 2012
intended for the hysterical Published August 30, 2012
intended for the broken Published August 24, 2012
intended for hail marys and relentless thoug.. h. . 's Published August 23, 2012
not intended for the squeeuaumish Published August 22, 2012