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Mr. Poland

I hunt.
I hunt truth.
I take aim and look truth square in the eye.
Truth in Cool Man Spray Shit.
Monsters, Witches, and Wolves.
I know my enemy.
I defile and deface it.
I warp and replace it.
My enemy loves me.
Truth finds solace in the barrel of my gun.

i found this today

i write. i write on clean lined paper. i write and steal my boyfriend's alprazolam. alprazolam is generic for xanax. my boyfriend is not generic. i like to think my writing isn't either. i like sexy. beer makes me shit. shit on beer. shit on marijuana. mind numbing marijuana. only so much time to "get it together." only so much time to fuck. fuck blow jobs. shit on dicks. or sit on dicks. my head is made of lead pipes. hit it as hard as you want; the only thing you'll get is a sound like hollow, and bruised knuckles. i have sharp knuckles. my sharp knuckles allow me to write on this clean lined paper. oh, and give fantastic blow jobs. hit it as hard as you want. as hard as i let you. become a living thing. no just a breathing thing living. no such thing as hiding. breakdowns acceptable. making people, living thing people, find you is cruel.

IMGS ON LOAN FROM NOHANDS

IMG ON LOAN FROM NOHANDS