Crystal Meth Bunnyfuck

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Mouth watering dryly,
pounding an ADHD hyper
Morse code message into you
with unbridled ferocity.
Switch positions like
a good old fashioned game
of Naked Twister mixed
in with a Taebo, Ray-Quan's
Dance Flavor VHS tape
montage.
Friction burns and
open, bleeding wounds,
down the back
up the sides.
We grind into one
another vicious,
loveless, painless,
brainless. Zombiefucking.
This is meditation,
we don't think we just
gyrate, grope, taste,
reaching for Nirvana,
or whatever form of enlightenment
is gained from a hatefuck.
I saw into you so deeply,
I'm afraid I'll actually
cut through.
Neither of us can shut up,
blabbering endless, meaningless
conversation. Methmouth.
I feel gums scraping teeth,
I feel like a dehydrated
bloodhound,
gnashing my jowls
trying to unstick myself
from myself.
Mazing, maybe even amazing,
I can't tell if you are cumming or crying
but I think both.

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4degrees4degreesabout 17 years ago
non reject

get out the pliers/

needle nose to the grindstone/

and yank this muthafucker/

out by its gamey/

infected root/

perfect poetry to fuck to/

and i do mean, fuck/

too.///

awesome, man.

MyNecroticSnailMyNecroticSnailabout 17 years ago
WTF

are you on? It does look like a crank rant. You been hanging around with Burroughs' kid? I think he's dead. I like it. Two reasons, MET doesn't, and lines like these:

I saw into you so deeply,

I'm afraid I'll actually

cut through.

Could use a little pruning for imact.

champagne1982champagne1982about 17 years ago
Phew!

I'm sweating after that workout! I really enjoyed the way you blend infomercial intensity and the sex, body and lifestyle ideals they try to sell, with the disglamour of the mortal everyday. Pop culture, fads and addiction, no wonder we get lost in the labyrinth.