some of this resonated, some of it was lulz, some was like nah nigga why you emo (it's ok to express your feelings, srs, just jabbing u playfully)
already choked away half my odds to procreate.
ouch. so cynical. i dig.
These bitches pose and wave with diamonds the size of herpes blisters.
Duck-faced, perfect picture. Raise your glass and burn your liver.
I'm fucking happy for them. Or at least I'll take my turn, deliver
the kind of worthless sermon heard in wedding toasts and bourbon whispers.
Never mind those nervous whimpers coming from the corner stool.
I'd rather be alone amid a hundred drunk and horny fools.
I breathe the muck and sordid gloom. Escape, a sunken, torn recluse.
Alone again, I stumble toward another sullen, poor excuse.
^ this was funny, tough, nihilistic, melancholy, and almost evocative. in turn. interesting.
ultimately, i like your style. cathartic scribbles is a good way to put it.
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