"POCKET PUSS!"

Irritation, raw sensation, and lots of built up inventory, that’s me. I know its time to release but don’t take the time nor a moment to get some act right. In my mind I can’t think of a god damn thing! Cluttered and oozing with built up self righteous shit I am slowly dying. Dying to concede to anything that may be the break of this lonely mass of I don’t know what.

I am one person in a mass of puss that keeps on building up and taking over my life. No one sees it but me. Deep down in the bottom of my soul I am dark, clouded, jaded, and oh my god hell! I say to myself not me, that’s not me, how can that me, a person oozing with disgust and the shit society has left at my door.

Looking for the breaking point I am blind in a black hole of vulnerability. Shall I feel my way out or just let time take control? Lost in anger that should be bubbly happiness and love, but that doesn’t work. I say that doesn’t work! Is it me or them, who is it, why me. Loosing control I am slipping and sliding like the devil that comes after you but doesn’t reach you because he’s on black ice and borrowed time. Time is time and so is this nonsense that seems to take over my voice, my life and my whole damn existence!

Reaching for something that is not in my grasp is me in bondage. Wrapped up and gagged, is me. In this lonely existence my time is not mine and seems to disappear before my eyes. When I feel my way for something, something that can rescue me my hands grab air, darkness, and hot ass fire. I want I need that something, that anything I can feel, hold on to and touch to tell me it’s ok.

Shaking, steaming and feeling my way for a journey I feel is owed to me is hard as hell! As I try to get out my hell and feel for something I look down at oozing puss full of society shit, and broke ass full of nothing but heartache that keeps pounding and pounding harder to escape the ruckus. The complete idiotic mentality is a joke and it get’s played over and over again.

Again and again we take the plunge into our shit and waste time and keep putting our hands into our own pocket puss.


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