hi
2025-02-21
hi
today i’ll write something unlike i ever have
i won’t be me
as if i have been
i’ll never be able to write unlike i have
i don’t exist
words do not
all ideas are the same
all words are
everything that’s been written is the same
the need to state
i will never be heard
god only listens
he doesn’t hear and
you know im not sure he does listen
and im not sure why im mentioning god
im the least religious
well im a member of my own
at it an outsider may feel i lack but
that’s how my religion is
fucking purely is my religion
cleansing
i don’t feel pure if i don’t fuck
cause then i can’t fuck purely
i need to fuck 36 hours a day
in the office the studio
at the table of the cashier
in the mosque
echoing chambers of the church
confessional booth
where we release
i need everyone to see
how pure i fuck
i swear to god
i need everyone to see
all the blinds open
sex ed as seeing me fuck
sex ed as seeing me fuck
sex ed as you getting inspired to fuck yourself
then find out you're fucking god
then fuck other gods to put both yourself
and them to test
are you the god you think you are
are they the god they think they are
how worthy you are
how close are you
to fuck everything
which will lead you to hottest
the sun
the sight of pure fuck is unlike anything
look at sun
look at me
well you can't see
you ain't fucked pure enough
and the other god is greater than the other god
all the concrete blocking the sun poisoned my tongue to address a different one as father and shit
perhaps a little natural considering how fatherless everybody is including me
well i got the realer god
sun
always hot
always high
fuck father
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