I.
Idle fingers wormed into my aunt’s harem, fondling
bashful bottles, creams, blisterpacks. Sharps of
insulin and statins-flova,pita, prava, for gluttony
and wrath, indulgence for indulgence. Substituted
lust, better than sex. Pride in finding God’s loop
-hole, pharmacornucopia, spilling candies white
to kill greed and fool envy. Greyscale for the mind.
My new family, surname Pam. Daddy Diaze Pam,
my sisters Clonny, Lorry, and old poxy grandpapa
Chlordiazepoxiede. Drip, drip, burn,
bitter backflow. Novice, diazepam has 100%
oral bioavailability. New Years night, weightless
and opiate warm, I fixed grim odds online
How I know I’m fucked
Cigarettes: | Bottom of my food pyramid |
Family History: | Swiss cheese kidneys and crusty coronary arteries all around |
Ethnicity: | our worst enemies |
Diet/Exercise: | Newports, cows, rice(death)/Varsity Mathlete |
Blood Pressure: | Paranoid extrapolation=200 mmHG by age 60 |
Weight/Height/BMI: | Super Heavyweight/Boring/Morbidly Obese |
Conclusion: I’m gonna die
II.
I was on vacation, so I told my amygdala
to leave a message after the beep. General
embargo on flesh and saccharides. Thanks
for all the non-memories, soporiffides.
III.
#My mind
>>> def my_conscience ():
… “â€â€Do nothing, but remember it all
…
…. No really, it doesn’t do anything
… “â€â€
… pass
>>> self esteem= 0 #I used to think I was missing part of my brain
>>> self esteem==self worth #Then I realized it was superfluous
True
>>>self worth==self respect #I am superfluous
True
>>>self worth=x
>>>self hatred =y
>>>def the_pit (n): #No satisfaction, no solace, no sleep
…n=y-x
… while n>0
…return the_pit(n) #It swallows all the light
…exec maladaptive_behavior(d,s,v)
… if n<0 #No exit
…no chance
>>>def maladaptive_behavior(d,s,v) #All the gifts in the world…
>>>[d s v] == [drugs sex violence] #naive, burned them for dark triad
True
>>> d = [white brown] #Narcissism, Psychopathy, Machiavellianism
>>> s == v #Engulfed by oilslick seven-layered sea
True
>>>d > s #Please don’t go, mother, to purgatory
True
….for word in [d s v] #an L shaped green corridor, constant cold purgatory
…if n<0
… continue [white brown] #My cup is brimming, third cigarette almost out
… elif n>0
… who’re you kidding? #I’m sorry
4 comments
what’s going on ?
it’s kind of a poem about why i want to commit suicide
plathy 🙂 hihi this is a friend from Flo…..
Ohh.. Interesting.