only god knows I'm good
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Thread Topic: only god knows I'm good
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Young man, you better keep your hands off her,
hands off her.
Hey man, mama's got a gun,
saying that God's a mysterious one. -
biology is S T U P I D
human anatomy is S T U P I D
if there is a god I'm going to find it and consume it
a price must be paid for all the blood I'm losing -
I feel that
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right!!! it'd be one thing if I was ever going to have biological children but I'm literally just being ATTACKED
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daaaaamn looks like gtq finally blocked my method for creating multiple accounts
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guess I'll just have to do this the old fashioned way and wait out the 24 hours
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I shouldn't have said anything.
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I am soft, abandoned somewhere no one will ever see and left to rot under raindrops like driftwood. break open my ribcage like a treasure chest, the mold crawls up your arms and makes a new home of your skin and from my stricken body tumbles every regret, every secret, every word I never said or said a thousand times with no one around to hear. these cave walls echo with the melody of my latest song. I am crooning into an empty tomb, screaming so loud the city a hundred miles away shakes but where they come from they call this an earthquake, and no one thinks twice about the anguished verses issuing from the forest of the damned. I write poetry about my mother though she has been dead to me for years now, write poetry about old lovers though I have been dead to them for years now, write poetry about every experience that lead me to this place. I need a headstone at the forefront of my bed, reading "our kin is dead, of course the song's stuck in your head because your thoughts up and left while you convulsed in your living room, while your angel walked right past you and an equally drunk friend of the one that was supposed to protect you held your hair clear of the mess. debris floats in your blood, bitterness, salt and fur, it's the only thing that kept you going and now it will ache for an escape from your barely moving form until the day the sun explodes" and yes, it's true, I haven't stirred from this place, admittedly not for fear of pain or apathy, not because my pulse has stopped or my organs shutting down. I am only here because I got so sick of the sound of my own voice, creating noise to fill an empty space. I'll get back up, broken bones and all, I'll buy a house someday. I'll bring all of my possessions and they'll comfort me in the night when I look up at the ceiling and wonder if I did this right, if the surface could still crack and fall in on me as I lay. one way or another, I'll find my way to a grave.
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(screams incomprehensibly into a microphone)
(slaps an album cover on it and calls it art) -
Are you okay?
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I'm fine, just doubting myself like always lmao
what's up with you? -
actually now that I think about it I don't even have an album cover yet
guess I'll have to figure out what to do with that -
Nothing much, just working on a commision
Doubting yourself is always awful, do you have any strategies to try and reaffirm your self worth?
I know that helped me -
nah
it's not about my self worth
unfortunately I haven't doubted my self-worth in a while
I doubt the quality of my work
I doubt my own judgment and interpersonal skills
you do art? -
Yep i do, you commissioned me back when my skill was uhhhhh,,,,,trash
I def understand that, and it can defintley he hard to like make yourself see that your work has value, but I promise every artist has these thoughts, it's because you're overexposed to your own skills and medium so it's easier to criticise
Your voice has always been something I've admired about you.
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