Yargiwood

I am not a good person

Though I’ll always try for the Truth.

You want your name in bold print during this lifetime?

You'll get what you want but please remember:

fact-fearing cowards nary go down in history.

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I am not beautiful

Though every time I paint my nails red, I get the urge to emerge from the Atlantic

like Aphrodite when Zeus chucked his monster cock in the ocean.

Sitting on the shore waits every morsel yearning for my soaking wet body.

I like it more when they just look.

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I am not ready for something real

Even though I lie when asked.

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I cannot fall in love

Until I look into his eyes.

And His eyes. And His eyes.

Never yours. I used to see the ocean in you,

now I see shart-filled sewage.

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I’m healing towards a greater good

It can be anything.

A butterfly, a melody, a baby bluebird.

God works best.

Agnosticism only saves you at dinner parties.

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My friend said my poetry is bad.

Good thing I’m not a fucking poet.

Bad thing is he might be right.

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I want to be Socrates with big tits

If I hold a symposium, will my beloved be in attendance?

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My thoughts are dangerous to myself.

I'm trying to bend broken bones into balloon animals.

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Morning Mantra