0.1458333333 Despite my previous post about the top 10 the current #2 #HeatherAnne could get it from me any time she wants just sayin

The 30 Day Slave Of Nature Every morning my nostalgic sheets are splattered in stained glass I revel until I rebel, I run away a mosaic stumbling over my own nature into the deteriorating sun, I fade into a ghost of what I was then I fall back into my temper pedic black hole and it recycles my ego

Brown Paper Bag It starts with A leap from static, vaguely an arm slivers between hard rock painted mystically orange above a deranged infinite abyss a spiraling downward the unknown reach for the surely bone shattering tug from the forgiving hand above a soul is torn from the rock the descent begins with a disorienting uncontrollable spin, im barely noticing the soul wrapped around my body until it squeezes me infinitely tight it is comforting except for the fear if you move will it crack? It's the only constant you know JUST DON'T MOVE I panic I have to move I began to notice the walls of the places are starting to look familiar I turn to bones I'm still holding on I read the walls, they're repetitive I began to realize I'm not falling it is the walls that are moving up I began to realize that I was the soul rapped around her I also realized that it was my hand that reached for hers and I think she's realized the whole thing too RUN that seems to be the thing to do where do I run? Before I figured it out I was swallowed whole

American Dream This morning I woke up covered in my own star spangled semen, I must have blacked out from the alcohol or the stress it was a race with a photo finish, I recovered and continued to drag my hair covered knuckles back to my caffeine fueled social confidant where I continue to produce uselessness, everyday I obsessively avoid mirrors take all of the vivance i possibly can head down I love you red white and blue I love you red white and blue amen

Goose Feather Syndrome A schizophrenic masturbation i could barely get it up a repugnant worn pussy, scarred on her impossibly ugly ass "There is too much time to die happy" she said with a monotone snarl as if she had snarled it a trillion times before. I was curious, I asked "what is time?"