A Ocean (or SEA, HORROR)

AT HOME:

I saw the cripple and her companion. The look of delight as they called each other, and the process of helping the cripple into her clothes and onto her wheelchair, both excited to meet the cold!

Grocer:

I wonder if the fat woman cries herself to sleep, or does she know?
does she-
-look in the mirror
recount youth
-does youth make her feel pretty again?
-look in the mirror and see someone she doesnt want to be
does she hate going in public, when she looks in the mirror?
does she cry when she think of what her kids might think of her?

lots:

sean rucker

sean rucker
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an epihpany in my prose!

im too disconnected from myself, my feelings.

disenchanted, denial, but i never acknowledge direct reasons.

so instead i write prose using lots of metaphors and vague imagery.

Imagine! me saying rainy days make me sad instead of

"i saw the sky brgin to tremble, a million clouds examples of it's brute strength. then it started to overflow, and as did my heart, my eyes began to bleed".

pigeon fuckers.




THIS FOLLOWING IS A SUITE. A SUITE OF POEMS I WROTE IN THE FORST. K.

A Day In Woods:
Leaves.

Mf,1014

There were a million of you shark suckers on the blanket, the carpet of the forst.
As my brain mushroomclouded against the windshield, i noticed my soul still lingering
and the tiny man inside my gums played accordion till nightfall.


TREE

Tree. think about it. think about the universe, the meaning of life, what is reality, creation, life after death, the vastness of our galaxy, all the achievments, the uniqueness of every object when compared to one another which ultimatley leads to thinking about existence and life as a whole and then think.

a fucking tree.


Voyuers

i felt the two men at the edge of the sand were waiting for me to jump into the sea of leaves so they could run in and erase me with thier hands, amongst the silence of the trees.

SIDENOTES.

It's not my fault my brain works at a higher level therfore allowing me to function as a genius.

VOYUERS.2

does the man think im a student now, writing in my notepad, therfore now wanting to kill me more?
damn you, good times video.

MUSK.

the entire east side smells like death and looms like one entrenched in history, looking more and more however like a wasteland.

Snlght

squirrrellssss keep running they blend in amongst the leaves look like a combo of rat and shark.


THE

the hills roll with history,
the roar of the highway makes me imagine the roar of a large lake instead
young couples playing and tranquilty abound.

Fearsuites

The mouth of the beast was open ahead of me, displaying a calm, welcoming invitation to venture in, but i was scared and too reluctant to exit my vehicles of safety.

beige

what if the guy in the truck was cleaning out his sons truck because the night before he was brutally murdered?

tree waterfalls are great.
i realized im writing backwards so the transferring process might be difficult later. damn.

the man over there last purchased a hooker on his sons 8th birthday.
a weeka go.

my hair is growing so fast and curling even more, im afraid i got bit by a werewolf.

im convinced there is a forecutter, a scalper waiting to devour me in the woods.

the last time a woman touched my testicles, i was beggining life anew in a scenic town, perhaps in new zealand, or australia, or hell maybe even california.

ENDconclusion

I deal with alot of of selfish inconsiderate people and since my self worth is cracked i tolerate it.

NOT ANY LONGER.
HAIR=SAMPSON BITCHES.