elbaterias

[elbaterias]

wading thru the ob scene

through practiced meditation on the essence of creation got the feelin i been chasin after bouts of enervation i mean when the hell will nations be united as they stand? been compelled until a station fights to make demands all through sleight of fucking hand just might have to bite the band that bleeds, blight the land with seeds of the datura plant says you're an ant to me, as tough as pcp combined with 1p-lsd just ask your local isd if she could be the one for me i see things clearly as, let's say, a foggy headlight controlled by groggy dendrites that tend to be so tight and titillating; sitting, waiting-or wading? you're kidding i'm creating my reality from air, about as thin as hair past the follicles compared to dares too diabolical, i'd take the stairs but they're symbolical and fake fuck's sake must you make the scene ob? affixed another schlub commenced to scrubbin up the tub i mean a rub a dub dub, bitch, cop another sack and i could end up in a ditch, hitched up to a post and ready for the pitch now that's a pretty simple sitch for a rich dimpled choom, revving up the engines they don't sound like no vroom more like stacked up whip cracks n sonic fucken booms, slippery thumb tacks n panicking escape rooms filled with vaped clouds of gaping doom shaped more or less like Jesus' tomb, God Blessed and then exhumed pre or posthumously; Hugh-mungous wot? don't cost much for me, accosted and touched man i lost it as such at apostles on crutches or ferrets in hutches hunched over munchin sumpn got a crunch to it, but i got a bunch to do, shit, where does the time go? got a scared buzz off a dime, bro. now i'm no expert on the matter but ain't shatter sposed to snap? taint batter proposed to be trapped until the scattered saints composed themselves enough to spill quaint matters over clapped cheeks still a strap is what i seek steady dappin up the freaks - ready? slammin tweak i slapped some on the table, jammin every weekend man as soon as i am able, i shall surely link the cable to a purely thinked-up fable, a tale so tall mane i think i'm gonna fall plain and simple. call me a complaining pimple on the ass of society when i don't even try to be deserving of their piety

[elbaterias]

01/01/2024

starting the new year with off-putting thoughts. forgotten what it's like to wish for this body to rot away - alienated & gray, my dismay is too much to relay, i must say that these days i just don't wanna be here - allow me to be clear: i see hear & smell. something's amiss in the air i can tell - am compelled as of late not to comisserate since this small surge of hatred emerged & for what? we already know you've created a cut in the fabric which happened to stitch us together at one time until deciding to untether, you fair weathered bitch. how many times did it take you to switch up situationships? which would you choose if you could pick again? were you ever my friend? i feel that this whole world is just make pretend i would take an amends if you offered but they think i'm all in the wrong. man all i wanted was just to belong with somebody eternally, buddy, i yearn to be whole. too hard to do when ya don't have a goal & they've stolen your soul in a little glass bowl 'fore long dropped in a hole . . .tapped out, trapped by a slap in the face. get me out of this place, i'm just wasting the space; uncharted until i've managed to map my disgrace

01/01/2025

starting the new year with uplifting thoughts. forgotten what it's like to wish for this body to be okay - where's my dismay, you don't say? i portray something akin to alegria, no es una cosa mia, o bueno, no era. pero en este año, vamos a cambiar. ya no vamos a andar de pedo todo el tiempo como siempre. bajamos la temperatura y vivimos en el futuro, te lo juro. puro y fiel, can't you tell? i been through hell & back to the front seat where at least now i can kick up my feet & listen to mel martinez cds on repeat. admittedly i am replete with contentment, i've forgone resentment. complete but all my money's spent, once again, lacking a front to waste my precious time on. no longer an affront to God as my wounds have mended. those stronger than the runts oddly wound up pretending to reach ascension, need i mention? still filled with apprehension in my day to day. . .pills ease the tension, take some pain away. don't got nothin to complain, okay? save for the fact that i need another script. low-dose 'diazepines will keep me from the crypt, since my anxiety's flipped the table on what i'm able to do, until then, well, boohoo