Ju

I've been searching for you for so long.

I'm really bored and I feel weird most of the time.

Age regression exists inside my closet and the longer I stay here the faster it seeps out from beneath the door. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone.

I Carry the Smell of My Lovers Balls in My Hand

Dear Earthlings,

When I first came to this planet I knew there had to be at least one beautiful thing about it.

Beneath the filth which casts molds over human bodies and the decay of rotting brains and hearts.

The suffocation of stuff, technology, machines, superhighways, apartments, landfills, and malls.

I can't breathe.

And then, when the stars are aligned, I am lifted up into space.

To travel back to my planet where beauty exists greater and more wholesome than yours.

Your planet and mine,

We're all going to purgatory if we're not there already,

G.

Wish Upon a Scar

I wish I knew all the words to all of my favorite songs. I wish I knew what all my favorite songs were. I wish I felt like all my favorite songs were my favorite because they were MY favorite. I wish my favorite things were genuinely mine. I feel heavily influenced by other people's favorites and I often wonder if that makes them not my own.
Sometimes liking things that are "cool" troubles me because I don't know if I really even like it.
I guess it coincides with the human complex of wanting to be someone else or like someone else or be something else or be like something else. What if that someone or that something isn't even what you really want to be? Because you don't really think it's cool, it just seems cool by popular concurrence.

I know what I'm attracted to but I often wonder what it's prompted by.
Because feeling an attraction towards something is different than actually liking it.

I am also aware of what I'm not attracted to and can securely state hatred towards:

Something incredibly senseless and annoying that won't go away:

Miley Cyrus
...dressed up "PUNK"

It's disconcerting when you're told something you like is stupid. But I guess I'm guilty of it by saying that Miley Cyrus is

really
fucking
stupid.

I feel insecure about what I've written here,
Gin n' Ger

My split knish really hurts right now.

Where's Bob?

It's hard to get over feeling like God took a shit in his pants and is letting his shart drip down his pant leg and fall in big raindrops onto your head. It doesn't help to feel like the guano of the Earth.
Is everyones life falling apart? Is the whole world falling apart? Does anything make sense?

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I feel so confused all the time. I don't know what I am really thinking. I don't know what gives me these thoughts, where they come from. It seems like there is so much world to live in but so little explanation to what any of it means. It seems I live in a fantasy because so many humans have manifested so many ideas and I feel like I am floating.
To quote myself:
"I felt like I was in the Bermuda Triangle. And then I really thought I was in the Bermuda Triangle."


Yes, Maybe, No
Gang Green Ginger