day 7 of july

call me again, to see if i'm still up
to tell you the truth, i wasn't drunk enough
the smarting of my biles/bowels/bones are getting me worn out
cover my guts and cut my teeth up

you wanna preserve a fucking master race
and all i wanna do is fucking masturbate
i can't even tell what's more pathetic
what will we say when we get stripped of it all

spit it out
spit it out
spit it out
spit it

spit it ouT

show me where you’re quiet
tell me how you wanna die here

bone up on my eyes 
but you don’t have the guts to fuck me

you’re such a shitty liar 
you can’t help but just puke it out

you’re pretty when you’re purging
even more when you don’t see me at all

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kissing up my screen 
I only know you through the internet

sour-eyed and skinning,
you just keep me in this constant edge

I’m screaming in my dream
I only wanna be a whore for you 

bloat your scrawny body, feed on me
and we’ll be fused forever

your #1 whore <3 (a sketch)

AZOTH

i wanna learn about you more
i wanna fuck you on your mothers hardwood floor

i need to know about you more
tell me about that unending itch
who left you thinking all this shit
where did you lose it 
what caused the switch

it bent, it changed, it moved, tell me
do i move you? do i move you?

rest now and leave the door unlocked
i’ll push through, i’ll hang my gown upon it
or don’t, i’ll myself hang myself upon it 

blurred and unhurried hushed with a touch
rest now and leave your magnum beneath the clutch

16.09.2024

born cold

seneca death

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