been climbing out of chasms in my head...not of a poet's mindset but just existing in the living and dead simultaneously...I welcome all new haters and the "secret" admirers to my wall...it's an artist's mural of tears (the largest fluidity of paint) and spit and sweat and blood and even a little piss and defecate matter...It is a living mural of happiness at the cost of others, sadist tendencies and crude/whorish behavior...so to say the very least, it is my own drawing from the life-forces around me and the pieces of this great puzzle that I have.
It isn't meant to be completely be your cup of tea. The blog isn't either, for a true writer doesn't write for you but for themselves...you "liking" it is a pleasant side-effect and nothing more...We write to free our mind of the garbage that inhabits this filthy place and most, write so they don't implode...I write to keep my fat ass out of jail...I won't do good with the feed they serve down here in the penal system...I am spoiled beyond belief; wine, finest chocolat, rich and decadent dishes from lands afar, pastries and all manner of good eats! (Alton & Mario would be proud...*giggles)
...what I have here is a collection of "philosofree" and "poetme" and "short whories" abounds...I will bash and beat everyone. Chances are, the more you amuse me, the more you become a target...which is why I am my biggest target with my daughter being a close second and men third...to be followed by women, humans, politics, religion, race, children, elderly and global garble...you will not make it out alive if you visit my wall and expect some sanitary and sane existence. Most of you stumbled here in the darkness because of mutual games and the like of fantasy...I LIVE that fantasy everyday. The noobs stumbled here because they saw my open candor about sexual matters or reflections of stuff from their friends coming "out of the closet" to admit and "comment" or "like" my shit...*chuckles-it humors me because I said it proper...I am evil candy on a bad day and will rot your teeth/brain on a good day. No one wants to be seen hanging out at the fat kids' table or the geeks' table or re-re table...here you get the pleasure of all three!
I am that stolen piece of cake at 2am and you're sitting on the floor using the light from the fridge to offer direction as you gulp it down in reckless abandonment but quietly alone so no one else knows! And yes, there are times I leave a little sweet smear on your cheek letting the rest of the world know you secretly have a "thing" for at least one fat gal! She's a wicked beast and a tormented soul who lives what she has with what she's got about as full as she can...candle doesn't burn anymore...She's a puddle of wax...and fluidity...continuity of entertainment you just happened to step in...
so...
sit down, shut the fuck up unless you have something to say that will amuse me as much as I do you and buckle-up...this bitch's got this!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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