My fierce wall by

chiastix — 2018-11-23 05:27:36 UTC

Are you fucking blind? I’m ugly.

The Princess Spades

chiastix — 2019-07-05 12:37:18 UTC

All those that she saves because the Hail stones never made it to Rome, it was on the fruit flies they did like to call home and I’m not alone or twisted I’m just lonely that we don’t have kismet it’s nimrods Mum and I don’t want to have any more fun with her she’s batshit crazy and I don’t have the time to be listening to her lies when it’s almost half past nine.

As you wish..

chiastix — 2019-07-05 12:38:14 UTC

I know it, I’ll give it to you if you want me to throw it. I’m over it. I’ll be the one to go, I didn’t think I ever lost the woe. I knew my hoe, I knew it so, I stuck to it and the bridge had me at hello, it wasn’t fair I could see her falling and couldn’t dance. I’m lost in trance Arthur’s seat and fucked it’s grants, lost in a younger holster, you cut me up and I just sold her, I’ll open the book I’ll sue you have nanook mizuri, you deserve him look at Suri its a sign of the time forget who’s worth it find the rhyme and fall in line I have the napkin and it runs both ways I can’t be saved, Marty another.

Spitting roses let me make that clear..

chiastix — 2019-07-05 12:38:27 UTC

..it’s crystal let me work this out, Crystal Creek you can’t work out and now you want me to shout? I’m not fingering your flight, either you get close or fuck off right?! Ten minutes here then I’m aight. 🤟

Capricorn of drummer

chiastix — 2019-08-08 15:35:57 UTC

Cancer of your life of who’s name your inspiration derived who lived you and carried you in who gave you what you needed to win. The possibility that you were to blame for not providing equal starting degrees. You just have to believe in something other than needs. I have to see some heart for a start and don’t make me kickstart your faith I’ll second guess myself and replace me with a strong sense of hell that always makes you giggle at show and tell you’re under my spell it’s the laughable spirits that spurt colour into your lives and love you to clear a hunters need. Can you give up on that which you bleed a thousand times watch a thousand deaths and still tell the time I got your done I got your quarter I shouldn’t have to show you my loyalties till I think that you oughtta. So float me a piece of drift some lifesavers never thought to exist I’ll chase my bliss then chase you with it and put these end out and make em run shit babe I’ll always end up under a gun whoever needs is my fun and my mission my single most important reason for existence. But somewhere those who know the true me, know exactly how much they do mean to me.

Butterflies

chiastix — 2019-08-08 18:17:40 UTC

Eaten by the honeymoons she flew off and threw up saving the world from the tunes that wouldn’t go away the old men rapping that can sit down today the children are here they maybe at war but they’re making it clear for us to make their way through the mistress of rivers delight and into the hearts of the innocent, upon what you spent to you allowances of fine lines drawn in the sand with the hands of time is it not divine how they can wind up your lines and make you angry with the vibe of rumoured mind.

My piercing fall.

chiastix — 2019-09-01 16:53:49 UTC

I'm a broken mess, there's a backyard tatt on my left hand I have to confess I need your help need your expertise I shit you not dog you better be free. Ready to draw... three roses And suits, can you reconstruct what was originally gold and actually refute? I gave a fuck, I'm not out of luck I'm fresh out of courage someone to believe in me and an inability to hold grudges if I have trust then you have to rename the system or we just workin' to fuck another listen shut your shit up, that's fucked I'm not joking your mucked right up like your phone fcucked rightly stuck sorry I'm down and in my own hell puk, have a faith in the need that we all like to fuck save the children and animals they don't even know, we grow up when our adults remain in tow, like civilised survillians, provide an example that isn't worth than a gizillion deaths that provides a few answers and slightly mimics depth.

Light or Strong

chiastix — 2019-12-14 17:12:17 UTC

See through the coverings, stretch thin and flick. Keep it crisper fresh and give it a lick.

Vant

chiastix — 2020-01-15 02:28:45 UTC

Gunpowder punted louder scattered musings weathered choosing will be fusing and repelled and for gods sake revelled my way was felled and it was hella bells for the yelled at melbournes galls, flying inland to find themselves they have their tells and shows the signs, between the lines kind regards do hide, seek a fortune and appreciate design is that the time I’m coming second and engrossed in the design of the Devine uphill battle of revine that saves the grind the ground zero of the compulsory hero the heroines taken punks elite it’s down to the street to represent the fight and make it alright for a bad bad man to fight ok I’ll bite I’ll turn the red light on and soak my art I’ll develop the negative and take it apart yeah I have heart and it’s mine it’s sublime and I wish I was fine I can’t be Dandy I’m a dime for your dax so just relax and chuck on some tracks you lousy hacks the jacks have telephone books and poles that they packed backed themselves a little too powerhouse alba trawse your beat is grouse and not in any way lacking a mouse the clock is choc full a bull no mcgool, mr magoo

I go angry.

chiastix — 2020-01-16 02:14:19 UTC

Fuck hard and angle a view up to where crew won’t get scared or shit their pants because we don’t have a spare and I’m fresh out of care. I haven’t lost my mind I lost my people I didn’t want to seem feeble but nothing’s worth this steeple. I would’ve taken any compromise that was equal to my demise and you couldn’t even try, only lie and get what was left of my soul and guarantee I would never feel in control by always questioning me, it’s an innocent need that you have to send me insane to condescend to my Brain Elaine to ignite that game that stares at the fame and then blames itself on you on everything you’ve been through and how it ended up sending you blue. I couldn’t care anymore I fell through the floor and when I came to no one cared any more they thought it was a bore to connect and then I get abused for wanting respect? What have I taken? What the hell have I foresaken that has made me undo what I believe in and everything that is true that I perceive as my view and use to comfort a few. I can’t give in to your pull you’re doing this is anger and I’ve had enough bull had enough shit I’m sufficiently elegant and still stuck in the pits bucking off lits while I entertain people as they get off their tits. A perfect fit, I don’t want ass play I don’t know how to be gay, that’s your thing that’s the special brand of bland that chooses these things, abuses the comfort that slings and wings you to where no one attacks and reminds you that there’s no looking back, fack I hate my life why am I here why is this even a price? It burns a hole in my pocket, maddens up my max and releases the blackened, encourages growth while the caught taught ones slacken off smack their selves into the trough and laugh at you for thinking you a daughter.

My fragile hell

chiastix — 2021-01-12 21:48:59 UTC

Is it a viewing deck to sell tickets for is it a new age sideshow nothing more, place your bets dry your wets it’s a pull up kind of day, what’s the matter I hear him say a thousand times already even though I said it’s ok, well what can you pay what’s the pride of hit the price of a wit or the flash of a tit? I guess it’s up to interpretation, what you’re willing to abide by and the amount of exertion your energy puts

Ex C Used

chiastix — 2021-06-05 11:53:27 UTC

You took my kindness, traded it for weakness and waved at the end, you’re not my friend, you’re not even close you think you can make me bite, you’re outta sight and I’m blind drunk I’ve got my blinkers on and got rid of your funk who woulda thunk that I would bow chunks with a hunk like you, true blue I’m fair dinkum and the levels they are sinkin’ Faster than a titanic poisidon aimed at icebergs warned inviting for the slightin’ bush slaying here for todayin’ and I’ll never be young again I don’t think anyone’s a friend on who I can depend does anyone depend on me, do they take it seriously, do they allow ego and greed to set them free? I try not to judge it doesn’t mean I can’t see things for what they are, it takes a lot to care enough to make a stand and listen to the details, the birds will prey and if we’re fast enough we can drop our tails and run away what do you say? Who should they pay us it us or is the way simply a delay a detour for the contours we must make our way around despite what we’ve found there’s a need to mine to make things our own and to discover our kind. If all good deeds don’t go unpunished then can’t we simply view the paradox and punish the ones who knew or is that preemptive a little anal retentive if we can’t talk it out and shout about the right things what hope does our future bring what rings out despite the silence of unknown things. Stranger danger is real the struggles I can’t feel or heal today, the nighttime breeze won’t keep me away and so with my head in the bay and my children excelling without me here no one would care I feel like yelling to the rest of the house no one heard I possibly startled a mouse who finally got over his fright being shouted by a grouse.

I go angry.

chiastix — 2021-07-13 09:37:43 UTC

Something for me...

chiastix — 2021-07-28 12:53:31 UTC

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Bonnie, Blythe and Gaye

chiastix — 2025-05-11 13:10:43 UTC

Give me something to say this is the day you can attempt to repay, Learn the play, sacrifice what the say of and grill with lay off muetuv push came at shove and stood over her for a shot at above their pay grade my tirade the world's charade society charity stav it's all the same rort within the game, paced within the chicken if you can't stand the gun then why you out here hittin' it don't seem befitting and I'd hate for you to get lost,hurt yourself or have to cost your crew a sizemic shipwreck and a spate of blue spent cradling the Antarctic anew all askew because somebody jinxed the ship made a bet and rigged the skip and the iceberg I'm sure they found was well on pointe for coming around or painting the town red if you can't see my hands then you ain't got no head drop dead Fred did said, shook his beanie and tamoshan right off his head exposing his broken balding dreads more complicated then a manic retired fed who can't keep anything down and is scared of their bed don't lead I've lead and we're lost as fuck the blind of the blind said stop following me or you'll end up dead or stuck upon the head like the sirens connived instead somewhere beyond the sea, the world's for you and me not free but not out of reach not ready to learn and too ready to teach I don't mean to preach I don't mean to pray I severely wish that they'd stay away despite what people might say I'm full of heart, hard on design but still up for the part and the missing piece up for a start be it mountains coun't or beach.