the tardbot’s new scribbles

title: longing
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it..s been half a jar
of phantom tears
since last time
you rang my doorbell

the spider roaming
my windowsill
spun an unvisited web

we're both starving
but i suspect
my hurt is grander

a forlorn fly
repeatingly tap
invisible walls

the fly understands
when it run out of exits

no one is safe in a bubble
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title: time slut
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i was raised in
beansprout town

a place where
people smiled
with their hearts

all that is left
is blank stares
and an orphan sun

time only skip
when you don't
pay attention
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title:no shower curtains
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i've walked this rain
for a decade
it's merely another
shower
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title:wink at the squaw
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wink at the squaw
smile or frown
gamble with moods
fuel my day
how easy to feed
my fray
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title: acid pinata
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i'm a thumbsucking
lemon squeezer
a placebo fiending
clayman

poking shawdow mutts
with a twig

survival is a
pride killer
an acid pinata
beat to it's limit

choke me with
my oxygen mask

these dead stars
are way over due

i need printed
milk cartons
with supernova
missing

where is the show
we were promised?
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title: vampire memories
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all these memories
entangled in my
life story

owe me hours
of good sleep

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found a decapitated crow today..the crow blow-g.

found a decapitated crow today with intestines squeezed out of its neck like a tube.
a soon to be gourmet meal prepared by some car for alleycats to feast.
now i wanted to poke in it, but that's not a good look in the neighbourhood i plan on staying for a while.
not that it was that important to me, but it did intrigue me a bit...i should be a veterinarian.
all though the neighbour's dog always bark at me like a locomotive (locomotives bark in sweden)..and i fucking hate that animal.
my neighbours always just raise their shoulders and give me some stupid expression like "what to do right?"..i'm cool with cats and birds though.
probably monkies as well, if i am to believe all the peoples who told me i act like a monkey sometimes.

2:11 PM - 28 Comments - 36 Kudos - Add Comment

killing off writing, it doesn’t tickle my fancy nowadays

i'm not gonna stop writing, just putting it on hold as it doesn't interest me nowadays. i want to do something new.it turned sour in my guts. so i'm taking up painting or making a comic instead. blessssss with extra s'es

2:37 AM - 18 Comments - 22 Kudos - Add Comment

what to do next time i come across a pot of gold (the list)

now things to do with my future riches include.

1.buy myself some real nice pencils and such, so i can make a comic book.
2.drink more liquor do more stupid stunts, not learn from anything.
3.save up money, decided i'm going to new york to prove to myself that it's a shitty city because everyone keep telling me it's the best city in the world.
(i actually got a list of cities i plan on proving to myself is shitty cities, new york is first long as i don't change my mind)
4.invest in making my own t-shirt print, as this is something i want to do sometime.
5.save up money to go to oslo, because i'm getting lost in the woods neurotic.
6.give spare change to the charity box at the grocery store, not sure what it's for..just hope it improves my karma.
7.invest in bandidos cred, buy a sombrero hat (just need to find a sombrero hat store in sweden)
8.go to a concert, or buy ticket to oslo so i can jump the fence at "the öya festival" for my third or fourth year.
9.buy a phone? (it's been 8 months without a phone now, just never get around to actually waisting money on one)

1:08 AM - 16 Comments - 20 Kudos - Add Comment

Shaman lost (poem)

left my musicbox
at sara's in oslo
ransom for my soul
to one day return

hunchback astray
in dalarna, sweden
feeding mosquitos
in the outlands

a pitstop lurking
bus stop king
amongst stickmen
in jumpsuits

pegleg woodpecking
for stability

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part.2
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no clue
how my story
will end

marinated in mud
or new and improved
with superpowers

unsure if i'm willing
to wait

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Monotony (poem)

all we beg for is freedom

all i see is mundane vampires
and werewolves without
work permits

another blue monday

lost gardens and
mold canded apples
isolate my mood

dew drops for the primate's
banquet of notion

life is made up by
a string of memory snaps
pierced together by moments

i'm pocket picked
in this elephant graveyard
of virgin minds

unfit for magic in
a drained world
where the echoes
of a grasshopper's
last melody

still haunt our
bursting ripe dreams

5:02 PM - 36 Comments - 40 Kudos - Add Comment

Nutsack juice (poem)

wasteland smoke signals
the key to skip town
abandon human nest
answering machine
promoted to captain
free enslaved pet
run bunny run
notion of despair
flushed down drain
ink wet cotton bag
packed with necessities
shades, underwear, notepad,
camera, beer, map of asia,
rizzlas, binoculars and
mcgyver straw
you never know when
straw will save day
all lights turned on
electricity company
going away screw-over
invite to the repo man
to tag along after
mosaic "back in 5 minutes"
made out of unpaid bills
uncleaned apartment
landlord revenge
yet manners to leave
something special
"enjoy painting on wall"
door left open
for squatter's delight
to keep a roof
above wild life heads
sewage rats potential
pets for new owners
piss on the wall
as one last fuck off
i'm leaving for now
and never going back
hail the juice of my
nutsack

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Sandcastle memoirs*** (poem)

momma had a wax baby
and his brain melted

grunts outside my window

crowbar crack my lids
catapulted body skip
droplet of dusk

not spending another
birthday within
hospital visiting hours

obscurity lane

amusing petri dish
children with
deformities on
my dinner plate

remember the cherubs?
extinct due to humans
fed on syringe schemes
for day dreamers

constipated on ugly
sanity pose in mirror
tighten my sicko noose
matching white shirt
exhale, prepare exit

gas station glasses
duct tape improved
illuminated sunray
resitant

vertigo stagger
archaic smudged
steps to freedom

gut sick

cigarette fiend
internally molding
paradise battered
collapsing my way
down the road

chasing prayers
at midnight

kissing pavement
whiping my lips
tighten my knot
keep running

passed disheartened
razorblade magicians
through trembling
city ruin facades

the pendulum wagging
shoe-strung moon
stalks my every move

in a cold town
mimicking human
glow poorly
origami love
paperbin crumbled

i demon swap my insides
to get by to the next
staige of survival

"i promise i will always be here for you"

dead rings my mind

promise is just a word
that fades away
at the first sight
of better paths

not bamboozled tonight
an everyday standard
broken spirit

"pop some pills
easen your path"

not trying to drag
this life out
more than needed

switchblade sale sign

thriftshop massacre
in store appearance
by hammered angels
drunk off holy wine

i could
morse code
i love you
with a rock
to their heads

sadly i'm on
a hero free diet

my siamese twin
sways in the wind
he is quite the
ladies man
me i prefer solitude

lies for a pig
as she spit
some horse tranq slur
directed at hypnotized me
my twin doesn't notice

"miss i'm walked
in drug surrealism
and sobriety problems"

"that did not make sense to me"

her eyes whimper
"circus act hunters on my trail"
the strait jacket confirms it

it is almost as if she is
hogtied wearing a warthog mask
in lady luck's cellar
with a do not feed the creep sign
dangling over her head

sexual tension but mostly pity

i used to be the worlds
worst dodgeball player
good at ducking
but unwilling to hit others
with the ball

true compassion

lucky her as
i quickly untie her
watching neon flashes
of dead schoolmates
cheering me on

it's kicking in

logic tell's me i'm fine
yet my senses hints
i'm being trampled

she runs adrift in the night

i leave her scent with an
"i got unlimited red paint
in my skull
if you ever need
to paint your apartment
call me"
she didn't hear me
no one did

stuck in a dark garden
of vultures deathbeds

playing ping-pong
with a promise
of lust

best to just
skip playing my part
hide in a shelter
and hope the plot
pass me by

i did not sign up for this

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Termites on my brain (poem)

snow in may
and this is not
the end

polluted i
dream worn
to body rot

labyrinth bred
dragged along
default

ready set go

broken glasses
and pekinese
exit manual

stone garden
repulsion

dim the stars
for peace of night

termites on my brain

(you do not have to read all my scribbles..i am aware i posted 6-7 writes today..shit happens)

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Cocooned (a love poem)

i am a tongue biter
cocooned by love
buffoonery burdened
mime in the park

growth twitcher
ticking down
last time
i caressed
your claptrap

i would hurt
to speak your tongue

lick your
acid melted
angel face
free of
melancholy

masquerate my
insecurities
stop
counting droplets
by the river bank

bleed for your
dandelion
to breathe
through me

lucid lapse
in my toe-tag
state

your taxidermic
lips torture
the memory
of we

i miss suffocation
and your canned
obscurities

aftermath me
ambivalent
shy of spells

fingertip paint
outlines
of your last
respiration's
imprint on my mirror

i dread replacement day

8:08 AM - 30 Comments - 36 Kudos - Add Comment