I Met God and He Was a F Ucking Psychopath
i once woke up and ate the bones in a tomb deep in
the sunken eyes of a faded god
the faded eyes of a sunken god
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in the red water in the ghastly trenches at the pit of the universe
opening his mouth, screaming silence in sprite bubbles
on their way to each corner of this one plane
where selfless means not having a self
he once fell off the bleachers in gym class and broke off his jaw
it was hanging by a noose from the roof of his coffin
his neck twisted and blood falling from his mouth like he had eaten Betelgeuse and a wormhole formed in his spine
a distorted face peeling open like the paint of a doll
revealing plastic ball-jointed pieces
gnawing mechanically in spirals
he once pulled up to my house in a holographic Dodge Charger
and asked me if i wanted to dry swallow crystal balls with him
his license plate read “666”
and right beneath it was a bumper sticker that read “Try God. 101.7.”
i remembered it like it was tomorrow
i cried but only flesh came out
so i shook it off like a dog and went far away to die
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