jwbulmer

Today i slit my wrists, And tommorow i'll do it again. But what if Mammy doesn't find me? What will happen then? Today I threw myself infront of a bus, And tommorow i'll do it again. But what if Mammy Doesn't catch me? What will happen then? Today i tried to shoot myself, And tommorow i'll do it again. But waht if Mammy doesnt walk in on me? What will happen then? Today i tried to hang myself, And tommorow ill do it again. But Mammy didn't find me! You can say "You f***ed up" then...

i hope you are bitten by a pig, i hope you are ridden in fleas and, that your sinus is plagued by roaches. that your lips are stitched with rope and you are sick. i hope you masticate in phlegm-slimes, and eat a dog, and die.,

The City Peanut blood clots and fungal imperfections mask an old lung of a city. Every neutered cat and cancelled beast trapping the road, with glass-ivory claws. Knowing no rhythm or paper. Towering concrete piercing's puncture the organic sky and force another skeletal human to fall under benign lights, pissing their diabetic rhetoric. And the engines leaving apples in grenade casings for the blind to juggle and taste, and street vendors carved from chalk drip in wax and cover their faces with captured talents. And fingers caked in tar lay twitching in blood red sand and soft snakes of all venom's combat the liars. And winds from