How your mom likes it

  Mental illness is a misconfiguration of the mind, a preconceived notion, based on an incorrect assumption, it’s the truth of reality under an ugly light, a life built on an unstable foundation, you need an understanding close to the earth, but it’s no one's fault, seeds are scattered and they reach for the light, and not everyone has a teacher, so many lessons throughout the day by the heavens and the hands of the night sky, humanity is built to recognize patterns, and even if its reflection of truth is false, it can still be reinforced, are you depressed, does your worth as a person feel less than those around you, are you an incel always overshadowed by a Chad, Stacy waiting in the distance, maybe it’s your dick she’s here for, I guess I’ll say this, the foundation for self-worth can be built on so many things, there’s many fish in the sea, and to catch them, some of them are pretty easy, she’s so pretty, but when she gets down she likes to get dirty, heaven waits for the deserving, and those who have it in them to dig to hell, so if you’re ever feeling less, just know, the world is an oyster, open it up and put your mouth on it, so many are blessed, just for being willing…

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  Lady on the bus

  Another day, of not asking her out, how long do you think, before it weighs on my soul, for the pressure to push the wheel forward, who am I kidding, it already does, I would go on a journey just to move an inch, to utter the words on my lips, find comfort in a mermaid, and for the end to echo, in the warm embrace of the abyss…