Gord
2025-06-29 11:33 pm
Dismantle the economic system, The high hat rings in the distance, Cocaine, racism and molestation, Hit that high hat, bitch, Like you hit children, Like you hit women, Pipes and pitches. Your last visit, I extinguished, Languished. Burns still existed, So did the fighting and killing, But this time I resisted.
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Gord
2025-06-26 01:01 pm
I don't know what came over me, I don't know what came over me, Male poetry, waves crash over me. French toast, crepes: florentine, That from which war proceeds, Sweetness of orange peels, I call home. I don't know what came over me, I long most for social peace, Mercy from the volant beings, Open fields into forest greens. Great poet, greater potency: Hate poetry explained vocally, Bay cordial, bowl smoker, Gay gordon, flamethrower.
Gord
2025-06-18 03:16 am
Fist, upon brickwork, in repetition, My impression is the stigma persists, It's an effect of my symptoms... In reminiscence, problems were clear, Upon a cliff, above the tar pits, I think of a picture with scribbles on it, It's funny, small things, in the end, Even left in place, I would jump to my death. Vodka Tonic, Kalamata olive, My impression is the addiction persists, It's effectively my existence.
Gord
2025-06-17 02:28 am
Dreams, of beaten skin, Dreams, screams again, Sheets, pulled thin, Skin, pulled teeth, Satan, inject me. I care not that the needle bends or destroys, All I care for is frenzied high, everlasting joy.
Gord
2025-06-11 06:57 am
It's in the difference, Flams and rolls, I got what I want, I'm gonna go... Its in the doorways, You shout insults, You got it bud, you gotta go... It's in the drunkenness, You find me boring, Tell me I'm the wall, Leave me, sad emoji. It's for the best, beggars low, The wall stands tall, In the end I need nothing more.
Gord
2025-06-06 07:03 am
A chore upon a list of meetings, My feelings mean nothing more... Relationship falls into rondo form, What does she have the condo for? A floor exists beneath a ceiling, My needs mean nothing though. Relationships, and outercourse, A chore upon her list at home, In the sky on the fifteenth floor, A eye, declines to answer the door, She says, goodbye, cries to a score, Why would I? By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by. By the by, she never loved me. By the by, why should I? By the by, by the by.
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