Tag: poetry
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What the cum-sock is happening, all you reprehensible troglodytes who’ve jerked it over and over into the same receptacle which means it’s now more crystal than fabric, holy shit a nefarious invader just breached your home, you can hear him tromping up the stairs he busts in your room then steps on your sock it…
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Musings
For much of my life, I reveled in the seeming power of righteous anger, channeling my intellect and creativity into fiery condemnations. After a while, I began to notice the toll it took on my sleep and well-being, paired with a nonstop churn of dissatisfaction and lack. And then I decided I wasn’t meant to…
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What the unkempt pubes are happening, all you mullet-dicked fucks who sweet-talk another rainforest-groined person into smashing nethers with you, only to discover that both your crotch-fros have grown advanced civilizations within their cheese-ridden depths, mid-thrust you both look down as cries of “FREEEDOM!” and “THIS. IS. SPARTA!” and “FOR FRODO!” ring out from your…
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Musings
I’ve paid all kinds of tributes in the quest for fulfillment. Time, money, pain, worry…as the years pass, I’ve become increasingly convinced that it’s more about letting myself relax into the present moment, rather than forcing the present moment to fit into preconceived criteria.
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What the over-the-shoulder-cum is happening, all you 99th-level jerkers who’ve just achieved the crowning achievement of all jerk-related activities and blown a wad that rocketed over your motherfucking shoulder, rest is for the weak, time for round 2, you’re slaving away with a white-knuckled grip, choking the absolute shit out of your friction-burnt meat and…
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Musings
Suppose (despite shorter-term appearances), existence is neither transactional nor hierarchical, and separation is an illusion designed to allow an omnipotent/present/scient benevolence to have linear experiences from infinite perspectives (because if it remained confined to its native omnipotence/presence/science it would be everything everywhere all at once, and would have nowhere to go, nothing to learn, nothing…
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What the sky-cock is happening, all you jokey mofos who are chilling at the park pointing and laughing at a phallic-looking cloud that comes with all the trimmings like stubble and veins and prominent ridges when suddenly it starts moving closer and casts a shadow over your picnic holy shit you can see the frenulum…
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What the robo-fuck is happening, all you desperate horny fools who buy a ChatGPT-powered pocket vajeen and eagerly stick your meat in the aperture, only to have it clamp down with its servo-powered ridges and trap your wiener in its mechanical clutches, two soulless eyes sprout on the shaft and burn with Mordor-furnace blaze, a…
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What the Ultimate Fucking Revenge is happening, all you lucky-ass mofos who stumble on the Jackpot Superpower, that of making anyone shit themselves upon your mental command, you start using it against everyone who annoys you (Karens, old men yelling at clouds, culture war enthusiasts, whoever the fuck decided baking oatmeal raisin cookies was a…
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What the Christmas shit is happening, all you eager-beaver-receivers of beautifully wrapped presents who wake up extra early to see if you can spot Santa, only to discover a festive-colored, green-and-red, candy-cane-striped shit on the empty plate which once held your customary tribute of cookies, the feces is still wreathed in goddamn steam, which means—aHA!—you…
Kent Wayne 