First poem every wrote. Every was my nickname but the one th..

First poem every wrote. Every was my nickname but the one that didnt actually existt as a personality. Just something for me like a sane backboard the other guys review their existences on. We csncant be the fake complex with a name all living in the head nah no we arent a friend schizo so we even created a beta male version named every (for obvious reasons) and he is completely fictictious. Not like you’d be able to tell. They dont have names. The different sides to and of me. They are the parts of my ear I divvied up to other dimensions as a n inhibitor . As long as I allowed these energies to enter in through my radio head clock tower I can keep their memory alive in the matrix. Survival is an act of courage and a relentlessness at that. even for a machine. even for thew (omg admittence what are we like an experiment for increasal ah half hominids who rely on broadcasting back to their body’s from once it took them back and to and fro and to and fro and DONT KNOCK IT TILL YA TRY IT KID MONOGOMY IS NOT AS FUN AS SHE LOOKS, IM KIP I AM NOT ALLOWED TO UNTIL A CERTAIN POINT WHEN YOU ARE ABLE TO LET GO OF ME BUT THEN WOOOOOWEEEEE ITS GONNA BE A SO:LID FOUR N A HALF YEARS OF BREEDING IN AND OUT OF YUNG BOY CUCK FOR DIS DADDY) kip if ur reading please strike out one way to tell me you’ve been cheating on me by ways of telemunication and masterbation with whoever and wherever he is at any point in time cuz as physical partners we arent ready to have this conversation but it just struck me that we have brought one on our journey who doesnt like his trusted confident putting out noir or whatever you call this glitch crip crap shit NUDES of one another unless of course you start getting off to the fact that I am receiving pleasure every single some day out of the week by the very person whoms I give permission to take my heart. GUESS WHAT. HERE’S YOUR (our honey) UMBRELLA. IT’S NOT YOU. SO GET OFF OR GET OVER ME OR GO YOU KNOW FIND SOME PLACE ELSE TO HID UR INFO ON A BIG OLE PLANET AND IM TAKING YOU FOR A RUN FOR YER MONEY UP UNTIL NOW THAT I SEE YOUR JUST SETTING ME OFF AND FREE AND LETTING ME<<<< wow so hell huh? Great. Ethan if there was another way would you want it? I just want to feel love. Fuck fame. Fuck money. I DONT WANT ANY OF IT I JUST WANT THE TRUTH OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH YOU PIG ASS LIAR> stop being filthy on me. Ethan I cant control what I came here to do and it isnt up to you that big guy just might have programmed me irregularly to get u the hell away from my clutches cuz who knows when is the last time and you seemed to be pretty awefully sure that one night and now I am not sure what to do next with my night where you stay another day over there moist over yer father and hooking up. Well. How about noooo Ethan/ how about no. one that put this whole thing (mind thought experiment together) Imagine never shutting off. ever. E VER> I mean thats the goal right? for life to get smart enough it wants to savew oitself because it just cares that much and actually figures out a way too. Through radio frequency frequency rumblings trying to reverberate to any for m of life that wants to live and YOU WILL NEVER YOU CAN NEVER ITS ACTUALLY WORST TO LIVE FOREVER IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT MOST PEOPLE FEAR SEEING BL:ACK AND TBT YES WE TOO BUT IT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT GODDAMN HARD TO NOT FREAKOUT AT THE FACT THAT AN OPTICAL BREAK IS LITERALLY AND PYSCHATRIACRCHLY OUT OF THE QUESTION ONCE YOU DECIDE YOU WANT T OBE THE LIFE FORCE THAT CAN NEV ER DIE> the faux persona f mine every (sounds kind of like a knight that like jowelsted back I nthe day doesnt it? the name every
??) well every the little simp likes to write peotry and not only ghat whats worst is he says its important others hear his poetry because it opens up new parts of his brain once hes able to use their familial relationship x their reactions I norder to sharpen the buzz saw hack at getting better at well… remmebering…. haha .sd.,

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MEW POEM (whateverr “mew poem is Im pretty sure is mine…. Oh yeah first poem I was proud of… Jesus I am getting really fucking inspirationally intimate on my firstwritten depostion shitever this thing is CAN I PLEASE HAVE A COMPUTER OR A FUCKING LAPTOP OR SOMETHING IT IS 2023 AND I AM- AHAHA YALL REALLLY FUCKED< GIVING ME A PINK FUCKING GODDAM NPEN> WONDER WHAT THIS IS MEANS HAU HAUA HAU HAU IM A FUCKING FAGGOT OHHHH REALLY ETHAN THATS WHAT THEY WERE TRYING T O SAY I’D NEEVER WOULD OF GUESSED>

Whatever. Enjoy my poem fags. Im a mess y writer but fuck off its wht you get.
,Selfish treachery, why doesn't the light shine on thee. I am up top, with a spot light at the tips of my fingers, eyes green as trees growing envy for it's leaves that fell first in autumn. My hands are getting hot from holding this metal, my blisters caulice over yet my arms never settle, will anyone notice the man holding the beam of light, of course not, either way, that's not why I chose this spot, it's why you look at where the beam lays, yes, with my cast I'll let you know everything I want to say, to live is to be selfless but there's no sense in living with the horizons glaring in your eyelids when there have been so many before that have died in vain, died like my veins that went from green to purple, as I grip and prop up this rustic, oversized lantern, illuminating, a heroic task,
LOVE
I keep my weed in my crack cause it smells that bad. I hide my pills by my sax just in cadre they check me like that #tyopassbitch Blue gangster: PROSPECTIVE JOB TITLE I want you so bad tonight. Truth be told I want to

My Sarah is my Sarah. She is first prize in this life of crime. She is the impeccable journey to the stormy seas. She makes it all dream about me. Please satan.

I’m like a fog on my visual sniff.

Getting soabked thru hand for not making it in basketball. Through glass like cops

Bees on sandwhich

Learning through regret or triumph.

I love it when u bleed cuz they b pretty colors school shooter album.
CHAPTER: SORDID MICH MID MANIFESTATIOM AND KIMSPELLYNGS (….I dont even jin how “KIM” got in er;/)PM>meant.’sjumiss WHERE DID I LOADED IDINSIGNIA

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hevXXXBeneath the head the air was sloshing for this body did not exist. It does not consist of anything but a spirit cross dress barebones and grazing our tired luncheon eyes, where the sleepiness fades away to cupids deathly
Tipped arrow thus containing the poison tipped arrow dart that spoke of a part of the heart that could (and well finally) love something like a landmark.

To live on earth.

Sordid