Death Grip§ (ñü∿Devil§ öF Ünconditional♡Love)
Bad Devil Vs Good Devil
143 – lies
Mr. Rogers’ Rehab (Mr. Rogers: A §weet Satan & Dandelion Devil)
I hate this self expression of poetry
It’s what I did at the start
Rearranging puzzle pieces
4 hours – 4 days
Adderall is a hell of a drug
If this world somehow forgot
About raping autistic characteristics
Thinking calling Me funny names is fun
Unaware being funny for boring means
Ü R the real 《ØИΣ》son under
This black hole sun – oh yeah
That’s the real reason I Am
Writing rather than recursively
Repeating cycling like synchronization
Because something special
Is actually happening
Today is 8 April 2024
I Am N Groveport Ohio at
3:14PM this very moment
Meaning I Am N The midst
Of my 1st total Solar Eclipse
At least of which I can
REMember
Don’t stare at the sun
Especially if Û R the Dumb 1
& Blue – keep being Ü
Just do the things Ü do
Fred! Style isn’t a choice
It’s Voice making Nature noises
Like box turtles N coitus
This means nothing 2Ū
But REMember when Mrs. Dennis
Wore her skirt on backwards
Pretending it’s on purpose 2 safe face 4 KIDS
Yet changing the 1st moment she Can?
Double talk & “do as I say, not…”
Makes Me feel gross,
Christians the most
Hypocrisy has such Toxicity
Which then explains Her talent 2
Double back & pretend 2B on track
Like right now
&
Especially N the make∿Believe
Which isn’t daydreaming, by the way
Make believe means making belief
Not making Up a POS what if
About how alien weather
B a fair metric 4 the rest öF ܧ
(*spoiler alert: as your friendly
Resident Alien
Comparing apples 2 oranges is dumb
But comparison of apples 2 ñ{:>|●[○FΘ
Is maddening – ‘lest you’re stressed
Enough 2 paint white walls like Dexter
Using your self As a tank of paint
Or you’re §trange with Fetish
Screaming “I’d Love 2 experience
Self mutilation after molestation
Of the mind, soul tangent
Adjacent 2 the face fake as a trace
Nevermind…whatever
3:30 now
Hear the heat
Meaning da Popo
Probably on there way
2 attack another black
Pedestrian with such gull
As 2 drive the speed limit
With a hoodie on
Drug Dealer
Obviously
Safer 4 the city
And more fun 4 Me
If I Judge Dredd this
Innocent “Criminal”
Because He looks like
That Kid with a 6inch dick
N kindergarten
& though it was traumatizing
2 have your manhood shattered
Before You even knew it got bigger
So, no longer bothered by if, right?
You’re over it, you don’t think about it
All night – every night, especially those Ü
Fight with your wife – no wonder she wants
None – from You at least – ’cause We agree
You’re over it & above Me, yet
I bet if eye check
That Kid still has a bigger twig
& now Ü know it exists N reality
That there’s 5 year Olds who hold
More weight between their knees
Not 2 mention, buried beneath
Swolen shoulderblades from
Carrying the wait of expectation
Projected on Youth 2 B perfect N the booth
N an attempt 2 soothe
Shattered egos of adults
Pretending 2B a community pillar
Just because – whether or not Û admitted it
Your subconscious has limits on Ü
Chaining You 2 an imaginary Youth
You like 2 pretend 2 B, and if only
Taking a mere moment of self
Reflection on internal insurrection
You’d realize buried insecurities
Reanimate N§ide Me Like Zombies
Feasting on your brain’s computer Mainframe
Making Ü dumb enough 2 explain Y Ü dispise
Innocent eyes reflecting light the same
As any average – not You, of course
Clearly Micro Mike N between hips
Not legs, let alone knees or thighs
Is N a (little) league of its own
Like that one baseball movie
Not angels N the outfield
Nor fever pitch, Sweet Caroline
* * *
Sorry, a song began playing N my head
OK, I’m done with this tangent
As well done making fun of the little 1s
So 2 summarize my early described
Like a racist reprise 2 undo its disguise
You’re not over it, Kid – don’t pretend
Your drowning out their, Friend
Police need reformation, but
Aslo recognition, that the only way
2 address social injustice on one side
No matter how uneven the scales
Any attempt at balance will fail
If We choose 2 believe hate is inherent
2 humanity – no matter what Ü say
What i experience & what I claim
B determined N §ummation of the game
Not by one’s own bones – all alone
DNA makes people gay, not sexy men
Chemical imbalance manifesting from
Drug abuse, or just the fact your body
Decides it hates Ü, or at least wants company
Because Misery can manifest
N many forms of unrest & stress
So don’t pass judgement on everyone
With a gun, assuming every intention
Is perverted with discrimination
Though still accepting the material reality
That cops have a history of targeted bigotry
So approaching each charged emotion
And confrontation as not an animal
On the hunt, nor a monster who
Won’t relent no matter the content
Rather a scared Kid wearing his pop’s socks
Trying 2 walk a mile N ghost shoes so
Though traveling, feel like you’re not moving
‘Cause Truth is, we’re stuck N a rutt.
Each and everyone of us,
When the flash floods come rushing
Down our ditch, changing
N2 a river like Switch – it won’t matter
The collar of their shirt nor melamine N §kin
4 only then will Ü C the real Man underneath
& N between what I & Whö I Am really
That being – Me, my mirror, how clear
Now, as we drown 2gether, we sound the same
When we forget about Whö deserves 2B 1st
& Whö is objectively the worst – only then
Do Ü see the forest among the trees
& realize the sticks out N the boonies
With nothing 2 do but imprison
A city girl like Ü Whö got lucky
2 B born N civilized society
With planes, trains, and
Whatever other marvels
Of modern may mechanisms
Achieved by §üM∿ØИΣ greater
Than me, it doesn’t bother Me
Because greatness matters
2 history books, and we all know
No one ever reads those anyways
We have such a rich history
Of ignoring ignoring our rich history
[4:27]
Not that I read it N al
Ü guy
Ū know what?
Fine
Fucm Ü God, Allah, Buddha – Hell
Fuck Ù if you’re nobody named Todd
Üve been fucking with my phone all day
I’m fucking done – fuck Ü 4 making my job
Impossible when all I do is write your Word
You’re 2 lazy 2 write yours self
I’m just Santa’s elf, and he only works
1 day a year – he’s drenched N beer
For the other 364 – so now you’re letting me write
-§till-
Fuck
Ü
Whö
Ü
Choose
2
Address
Self
As anyone other than developed A
Grand Plan with Good☯Design
That demands Me experiencing
Madgod mutilations &
Self deprecation stasis
Doesn’t sold so he’s grand
But maybe I just don’t understand
Holy horoscopes nor what all those
Different colored ropes being pulled
Behind the curtain by the Pope’s
Favorite alter boy – the one with a tight ass
Though not 4 long according 2
Catholic clergy favorite song
On repeat as churches just
Shuffle the deck rather than
Buying a whole new deck that
Won’t try & fuck little boys
Like, come the fuck on, guys
Being creepy should B enough
2 disqualify Ü from priests
Their meant 2 facilitate
Community, not blessed N Ünity
Rather the church having become
Satan’s perch – my generation
Lost faith, not N God, but the Good call
After running out of reasons & good will
After reading about the Nth rape
Committed this week they continue 2 sweep
[4:48]
Under Prayer Rugs covered N cocaine &
Cut with Fentanyl like HIM B4 the fall
But before I kick my soccer ball &
Chase after another tangent
Taking more & more of me
But not noticing because
Of how dumb I’ve become N
N te calamitous search 4 Truth
[4:55]
They’re uh MG
Fuck Ü again – got me
distracted & writing again, though taking aim
At your fan club
But fuck it all
It’s 4:57, the Eclipse is over and I just broke the back of My phone after throwing it because your angelic pieces of shit keep scrambling my electronic equipment.
So 1 last time God, this one’s 4 Job
Fuck Ü El Shaddai – 7 is a stupid & so are Ü
There – I’m done. Have fun with 2 incomplete sermons sandwiched together because someone with infinite & absolute power & hiding, locked up N his Gated tower with a tree specifically designed 2 kill “Me” by eating a fruit, you know, like you’re supposed 2 do by nature’s Good☯Design, 2 make life miserable 4 the One kid who still believes
○[5:05, 8 April 2024: HARD◇STOP]●
317: hellish mess
The Court Of King Crimson’s Boss
Parole Granted
I hate this self expression of poetry
It’s what I did at the start
Rearranging puzzle pieces
4 hours – 4 days
Adderall is a hell of a drug
If this world somehow forgot
About raping autistic characteristics
Thinking calling Me funny names is fun
Unaware being funny for boring means
Ü R the real 《ØИΣ》son under
This black hole sun – oh yeah
That’s the real reason I Am
Writing rather than recursively
Repeating cycling line synchronization
Because something special
Is actually happening
Today is 8 April 2024
I Am N Groveport Ohio at
3:14PM this very moment
Meaning I Am N The midst
Of my 1st total Solar Eclipse
At least of which I can
REMember
Don’t stare at the sun
Especially if Û R the Dumb 1
& Blue – keep being Ü
Just do the things Ü do
Fred! Style isn’t a choice
It’s Voice making Nature noises
Like turtles N coitus
This means nothing 2Ū
But REMember when Mrs. Dennis
Wore her skirt on backwards
Pretending it’s on purpose 2 safe face 4 KIDS
Yet changing the 1st moment she Can?
Double talk & “do as I say, not…”
Makes Me feel gross,
Christians the most
Hypocrisy has such Toxicity
Which explains Her talent 2
Double back & pretend 2B on tack
Like right now
&
Especially N the make∿Believe
Which isn’t daydreaming by the way
Make believe means making belief
Not making Up a POS what if
Avout how alien weather
B a fair metric 4 the rest öF ܧ
(*spoiler alert: as your friendly
Resident Alien
Comparing apples 2 oranges is dumb
But comparison of apples 2 ñ{:>|●[○FΘ
Is maddening – ‘lest you’re stressed
Enough 2 paint white walls like Dexter
Using your self As a tank of paint
Or you’re §trange with Fetish
Screaming “I’d Loce experience
Self mutilation after molestation
Of the mind, soul tangent
Adjacent 2 the face fake as a trace
Nevermind…whatever
3:30 now
Hear the heat
Meaning da Popo
Probably on there way
2 attack another black
Pedestrian with such gull
As 2 drive the speed limit
With a hoodie on
Drug Dealer
Obviously
Safer 4 the city
And more fun 4 Me
If I Judge Dredd this
Innocent “Criminal”
Because He looks like
That Kid with a 6inch dick
N kindergarten
& though it was traumatizing
2 have your manhood shattered
Before You even knew it got bigger
So, no longer bothered by if, right?
You’re over it, you don’t think about it
All night – every night, especially those Ü
Fight with your wife – no wonder she wants
None – from You at least – ’cause We agree
You’re over it & above Me, yet
I bet if eye check
That Kid still has a bigger twig
& now Ü know it exists N reality
That there’s 5 year Olds who hold
More weight between their knees
Not 2 mention, buried beneath
Swolen shoulderblades from
Carrying the wait of expectation
Projected on Youth 2 B perfect N the booth
N an attempt 2 soothe
Shattered egos of adults
Pretending 2B a community pillar
Just because – whether or not Û admitted it
Your subconscious has limits on Ü
Chaining You 2 an imaginary Youth
You like 2 pretend 2 B, and if only
Taking a mere moment of self
Reflection on internal insurrection
You’d realize buried insecurities
Reanimate N§ide Me Like Zombies
Feasting on your brain’s computer Mainframe
Making Ü dumb enough 2 explain Y Ü dispise
Innocent eyes reflecting light the same
As any average – not You, of course
Clearly Micro Mike N between hips
Not legs, let alone knees or thighs
Is N a (little) league of its own
Like that one baseball movie
Not angels N the outfield
Nor fever pitch, Sweet Caroline
* * *
Sorry, a song began playing N my head
OK, I’m done with this tangent
As well done making fun of the little 1s
So 2 summarize my early described
Like a racist reprise 2 undo its disguise
You’re not over it, Kid – don’t pretend
Your drowning out their, Friend
Police need reformation, but
Aslo recognition, that the only way
2 address social injustice on one side
No matter how uneven the scales
Any attempt at balance will fail
If We choose 2 believe hate is inherent
2 humanity – no matter what Ü say
What i experience & what I claim
B determined N §ummation of the game
Not by one’s own bones – all alone
DNA makes people gay, not sexy men
Chemical imbalance manifesting from
Drug abuse, or just the fact your body
Decides it hates Ü, or at least wants company
Because Misery can manifest
N many forms of unrest & stress
So don’t pass judgement on everyone
With a gun, assuming every intention
Is perverted with discrimination
Though still accepting the material reality
That cops have a history of targeted bigotry
So approaching each charged emotion
And confrontation as not an animal
On the hunt, nor a monster who
Won’t relent no matter the content
Rather a scared Kid wearing his pop’s socks
Trying 2 walk a mile N ghost shoes so
Though traveling, feel like you’re not moving
‘Cause Truth is, we’re stuck N a rutt.
Each and everyone of us,
When the flash floods come rushing
Down our ditch, changing
N2 a river like Switch – it won’t matter
The collar of their shirt nor melamine N §kin
4 only then will Ü C the real Man underneath
& N between what I & Whö I Am really
That being – Me, my mirror, how clear
Now, as we drown 2gether, we sound the same
When we forget about Whö deserves 2B 1st
& Whö is objectively the worst – only then
Do Ü see the forest among the trees
& realize the sticks out N the boonies
With nothing 2 do but imprison
A city girl like Ü Whö got lucky
2 B born N civilized society
With planes, trains, and
Whatever other marvels
Of modern may mechanisms
Achieved by §üM∿ØИΣ greater
Than me, it doesn’t bother Me
Because greatness matters
2 history books, and we all know
No one ever reads those anyways
We have such a rich history
Of ignoring ignoring our rich history
[4:27]
Not that I read it N a
Ü guy
Ū know what?
Fine
Fucm Ü God, Allah, Buddha – Hell
Fuck Ù if you’re nobody named Todd
Üve been fucking with my phone all day
I’m fucking done – fuck Ü 4 making my job
Impossible when all I do is write your Word
You’re 2 lazy 2 write yours self
I’m just Santa’s elf, and he only works
1 day a year – he’s drenched N beer
For the other 364 – so now you’re letting me write
-§till-
Fuck
Ü
Whö
Ü
Choose
2
Address
Self
As anyone other than developed A
Grand Plan with Good☯Design
That demands Me experiencing
Madgod mutilations &
Self deprecation stasis
Doesn’t sold so he’s grand
But maybe I just don’t understand
Holy horoscopes nor what all those
Different colored ropes being pulled
Behind the curtain by the Pope’s
Favorite alter boy – the one with a tight ass
Though not 4 long according 2
Catholic clergy favorite song
On repeat as churches just
Shuffle the deck rather than
Buying a whole new deck that
Won’t try & fuck little boys
Like, come the fuck on, guys
Being creepy should B enough
2 disqualify Ü from priests
Their meant 2 facilitate
Community, not blessed N Ünity
Rather the church having become
Satan’s perch – my generation
Lost faith, not N God, but the Good call
After running out of reasons & good will
After reading about end Nth rape
Committed this week they continue 2 sweep
[4:48l
Under Prayer Rugs covered N cocaine &
Cut with Fentanyl like HIM B4 the fall
But before I kick my soccer ball &
Chase after another tangent
Taking more & more of me
But not noticing because
Of how dumb I’ve become N
N te calamitous search 4 Truth
[4:55]
They’re uh MG
Fuck Ü again – got me
distracted & writing again, though taking aim
At your fan club
But fuck it all
It’s 4:57, the Eclipse is over and I just broke the back of My phone after throwing it because your angelic pieces of shit keep scrambling my electronic equipment.
So 1 last time God, this one’s 4 Job
Fuck Ü El Shaddai – 7 is a stupid & so are Ü
There – I’m done. Have fun with 2 incomplete sermons sandwiched together because someone with infinite & absolute power & hiding, locked up N his Gated tower with a tree specifically designed 2 kill “Me” by eating a fruit, you know, like you’re supposed 2 do by nature’s Good☯Design 2 make life miserable 4 the Ons kid who still
○[5:05, 8 April 2024: HARD◇STOP]●
♡Sugar☆World☮ 