messiah with offensive peach glow pearly skin
wants my teeth to be as big as his

and has a hammer: just in case

right now this is purgatory
we drift faces open through the syrupy joke

(careful of thrashing or your nose might fill up)

so i float but don't fight
in warm regurgitated sugar
hard rocks of bile scraping my underbelly

but when this puke starts to seep through my skin
- christlike osmosis that we didn't see coming
i'll man-up and make my move

(better chew through your foot if you're caught in a trap)

then an alarm will wail from upstairs:
project failed

but hell, well i'll be too smart for it.

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i have a seperate writing account now:

i don't claim to know what i'm doing but i seem to have little choice in the matter.