Insecto-pornography poetry

I want to fuck a beetle
I want to fuck it hard
Reduce it to the fetal
And then smoke some shard

I want to cum on a mosquito
Then eat some mescalito
I want to shove flies in my ass
Ugly despicable and crass

I love them all, the squiggly things
Inside the earth they are the Kings
In my heart they reign supreme
Thinking about them makes me cream

On Methamphetamine

From a post of mine on &totse:

I do, or maybe I don't, how can I know? Do you know where you're going with this? Maybe I'll try.

Bad shit happens. We don't like bad shit. We don't want other people to have bad shit happen, because we don't want bad shit to happen. Is this because other people going through badshit affects us badly or because we're all one being? Either way its irrelevant as you'll get the same ending - bad shit unless you take a good shit. And let me tell you, there is a big difference between a good shit and a bad shit. A good shit is orgasmic and blissfull and better than any drug or any sex. A bad shit is worse than any overdose or withdrawal or bad trip ever.

And meth will make you shit. Oh will it make you shit. It will make you shit a lot. The more you shit, the lower the quality of your shit. Quality and quantity are part of a magnet, or maybe they are a magnet or have nothing to do with magnetism whatsoever. The point is, they're different, but only at our level of perception. There are no good or bad trips.

So in summary, there is no summary and there is no point, but watch what you eat and what you shit and always wipe your ass. You don't want to sit in your own shit.

The Laughter of a Thousand Dying Souls

A laughing man once fell dying to his knees
He screamed and he cried, he begged and asked, "please?"
"Please, let me live!" - then no more, no cough or wheeze
I stood and I laughed, "More whine with your cheese?"

Through cruel eyes the world is a hell
To live or love, it's always just as well
Broken by the years, nothing more than a shell
On such dark things the beast will dwell

A thousand dying souls consumed by hunger, thirst, and winter
One pour soul stands and yells, "Carpe diem!" only to disapear in a haze
To become one with all, then to break off and splinter
She asked the question and he answered back, "Learn to love these trying days"

You're Very Welcome

Helping people, one person at a time!

Dolphin society

No doubt.

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