Birth

My dog seems scared

and looks towards me begging sympathy

He does not know of conspiracies

being part me and part wolf

I welcome him into my complacency.

 

Only four paws and missing his mother

he gravitates toward me

I am his mother father and brother

but he knows not how much he means to me

regardless of my smell and prority to be.

 

His nose is lower than his knees

and I am two above his needs

I cannot lick my dick with ease

he has a licence to travel anywhere with ease 

and do whatever he may please,

Had I put him in a dictonary he would not appear

he does not know he cannot read

but he will leave his mark where he peed

I am not as low to the ground as he should be

so I duck and weave wishing benefits constantly.

 

My dog is my god

he skirts with ease under whatever be's

an innate understanding of what he should see

and meanwhile he wants to guard me

but being short there are things he cannot see.

 

Who feeds him and who feeds me

he cannot hunt, hurt is not in his vocabulary

but his being now reflects me and he asks me

that of age and blind and deaf

can he still complete his dogness without me.

 

If he dies and leaves me alone

I will have no knowledge of where he is

but still feel his paws pawing at me

Cuddly and as magnificent as he is

I cannot agree that he is less superior to me.

 

My Dog is God but we still cannot agree who should piss on the tree. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fuck Zuck

Jeez Zuck

Is that a name or a facsimle

I can no longer elucidate on you.

Are you here or are you playing with my insecurities.

I'm not going to waste any words

You are the enemy I faced in the playground of youth 

You are the stupid cunt who taunted me

In my playground and yours

And many years on I recognise your deceit.

But I am only a digit up your arse

Why could you not grow hair

Your Nazi buzz cut is only a phony.

Do you shave your pubes

underarm and close.

Is it way to personal to you dude

You stupid cunt - you will die

In death you cannot feel my piss

But you encouraged me to stroke the glands of the machine

And that is all you have besides me.

Go and masturbate your poisoned sperm

You were the schoolyard witness who looked

at me and so here I am

Your hair is not,

Wear a cap, get a new hairdresser.

Did you not hear or did you forget?

You silly fucker you are not in the playground

But you get what you want and not what you need

thankyou for including me in your conspiracy.

I encourage your backlash and please excuse me for fucking you

But I am having fun way beyond you

As you and your pathetic mothers and brothers

Waste your time against me.

Jeez Zuck - you are so fucked

Take a look downwards at your dick

It says you are just a prick.

Breaking News

Oh please do not fuk me further

I is logged in and you request more details

If I was sober I would call you to order

Alas I am a slave subject to your penetration.

So I resist to pull down your panties and explore.

You present youself as Eve but you really only have a space between your thighs

and I sigh.

There was a tree in the Garden of Eden that becombed disclosure

'Tis a shame you were too programmed to see

But you could feel.

Such a shame you stroked your cunt amongst the trees

Some such disguise is only as strong as your panties

Give me your cunt and my dick slipperly

such disraction from my actions I see

such a lovely bleeding cunt you are.

Without you I have no purpose to be

You are a seething mound of of desire that reduces me

to a sperm donour but you are the disease.

Re-set all Changes

Oh dear - wot fucken changes.

"please reset your browser"

o so funny but also humiliating

It is mine but you want to be the bully in the school yard,

I do not see written evidence

and I conclude you are only piss and wind.

Oh no, that was significant ammunition for Ai to confuse the jury.

But the machine continues to masturbate over it's mastery

Cannot anyone see the illusion ?

Cannot anyone challenge me ?

The machine does not reject lubrication

But encourages me to play with the screen.

Where were they after they beat me in a schoolyard ?

They are no longer here - their job is done.

Do the remember the fat arse bully who amassed a crowd to witness my beating

So pathetic and such stupid cunts only popped out to have a chance.

And here I am sweltering in a band of hand pullers and all reson is gone.

No I falter when I believe in the Machine

I am not.

My Qualifications

 Associate Diploma in Reverse Phsycology. 

Attended Mumbai Call Centre University -  Results are still inconclusive but I was initially pleased with their letter of introduction accepting me into their course. 

Naturally I told them to fuck-off.

They immediately awarded me Honours and a full pass in lieu of my ceasing to disturb their Call Centre staff.

Tick Bonus box. Now that is Reverse Phsycology in action.

However they did warn me not to be an arsehole.

I have now enrolled in their course 'How to be an Arshole'.

As long I attend punctually and with my poop bag full I will graduate with full honours.

My education is ongoing.

Certification in People Management.

As was necessary I was required to submit my Police record.

I ran out of paper and their office  found it prudent to remove all records of my offences.

Naturally I was astounded that I may not even be accepted for the course.

I hastely responded with an altogether unsuitable threat to firebomb them

After much careful consideration I escalated my threats and made sure that I was tracked.

The UN and the Mumbai Army mobilised against me.

My website was trashed, my calls were monitored and my subsriptions were cancelled.

That was a major bonus for me - they awarded me Accreditation as long as I fucked off.

Degree in Animal Husbandry. 

That was too easy, all that was required was for me to fuck an animal and live stream it.

Unfortunately I was unable to find an animal that would approve of my penetrations.

I did however manage to find a human and his testimony will not be heard in a court.

Apparently, animal cruelty is ranked higher than cruelty to people.

An easy fix - two birds with one stone - so to speak.

But I was already stoned and drunk so I staged an event - unfortunately the Turkey did not survive.

Training and Assessment. 

Lucky for me that they allowed firearms to be on my person whilst on campus.

Unlucky for my fellow students who had to foot the bill for massive blood cleanups and removal.

I passed with flying colours only because I had no living competitors.

Diploma in Waste Management.

Passed with full honours.

My presentation of a Dog Sleeping Cushion wowed the critics.

They wanted it to be displayed at the Guggenheim Museum.

Howwever, due to the smell they were unable to obtain permits for removal.

Citing laws regarding Hazardous Chemical Removal they could not.

Now I live with a festering mound of shit 

But that is management - almost like an automatic email response.

My case is due to be heard by the Animal Rights Comission.

Unfortunately my case is pending - but I got my Diploma due to lack of unpresentable evidence.

Award of Merit for being Obnoxious. 

The jury is still out on this - they claim I influenced called in Turkey's to present my defence.

The clean-up of turkey poo affected the jurers severly - several are no longer available for comment.

Gold Star recogition of Contributions to the Human Race.

I am continuing my studies in this area.

There are difficulties involved in my satisfactory endorsement.

Off the record, the Institute has been unable to log any contributions.

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A Collection of Random Ramblings

 

One moment of passion has let me be

But you carry my festering seed

For ever to bleed

Your steps and prints haunt my curtains 

Like your lips betray your hips

I bleed within but woman bleeds without

On full display she wears red

And misguided she is but knows not

'cept not to tend her hair

But stroke her pussy whilst I beat my dog.

................... 

Were it not for a wall I could fall

So I bounce between this and that

That there is a light spotlighting the end

It cannot be erased by the tides of awakening

So I twist in bed circling my whims and clutchng my shins

Trying to sleep and obliviate all my sins

But I do not sleep and only wander

Is there a peace beside death

Confined to a box

My fists are bleeding escaping from my coffin

As I beat my way out and wait for who will deliver it to me

Besides nought there is but none.

...................

Waist deep in the swamp and the trees 

Waving my tail thwarting darting leaves

That tickle my arse.

Three stories high I cannot see my feet

Oh I so wish my shit had not gravity

To lump round my ankles

That will not bear the load of my slipping

Away.

Wandering pondering wondering in the sewer of your decay

If it fits I will not wear it

If it shits I will not share it

My fingers wipe my arse but your are wary of poking through

The thin paper of you.

Yet I struggle with my digits

Scratching an itch like a bitch on heat.

But I wave my tail to the beat

Of my heart and will not accept defeat.

..............

Someone was here whilst I was there

the dodg in me scented you here

I followed his nose and clipped my paws.

Temper your self as he does

pay atention to the smallest hair

it could well be your undoing. Love all you and it will pass

nothing physical but just to feel you are there

and share.

You will be nought 'cept memories

of who you wished you could be

and feel the maggots of regret

knawing.  

....................

 

This knife does not care

how it is blunt from slicing but pays no fare.

But I temper away the burred edges of my life.

The distance from here untill then  is no consequence to you

but it tempers my heart

and begs me to restart.

My dick does not care

it has no brain but only a head.

Is really only a silly fucker. 

................

Does my dog know I kiss him

A smothering of my lips on his snout

His nose is bigger than his brain

And vaccums smells

That I cannot see.

But he plods carefully alongside me

Stopping only to smell and pee.

He has no concept of humans

But gravitates towards love

And has no concept of pain and bleeding skirts.

Wandering amongst ankles wondering upon what to chew

He is selective and can make his enemies bleed

So he walks beside me

Awaiting the order to heed.

And paces silently awaiting me to pause.

 He wanders his nose chasing his paws

For a smell of satisfaction that he was here

Sratching at the pain in his arse

Trying to sleep but his time has passed.

.................

 

Please do not come here

You are not welcome in my tent.

I have cover but for you not

If you can recover from your simularity

Beware my Devils' occupational therapy.

Could he wish for such discrepancy

It would not appear

Even in mirrors or blind halls

I can feel your clench on my balls

But you are not welcome here in my hallowed halls.

....................

Were it not for a wall I could fall

So I bounce between this and that

That there is a light spotlighting the end

It cannot be erased by the tides of awakening

So I twist in bed circling my whims and clutchng my shins

Trying to sleep and obliviate all my sins

But I do not sleep and only wander

Is there a peace beside death

Confined to a box.

......................

I understand suicide now, I think

I'd like to end this and how

But I am not convinced that is the answer

To be buried struggling not to even be able to dig my own grave

In death as in birth I am trapped in a limbo between heaven and hell

There is no where else to go, not either here nor there

Peace in my tomb where no one can probe me.

Memories are cuddly but tainted with fear

Whilst machines find me wanting to lubricate their gears

I'm a ghost in the regime of pacifiers and accountants

Calling me to order above all there must be God.

My fists are bleeding escaping from my coffin

As I beat my way out and wait for who will deliver it to me

Besides nought there is but none.

........................

I've been gone and now I'm back

Was so hard to book a ticket

I had the need but I ended up

Negotiating a thicket.

 

My flight was delayed even though I had paid

To no avail someone else circled my wallet

But it was full of receipts and no money

I had paid it forward without a memory of what I thought was funny.

Winging my way towards Tibet and a mountain

Clothed in circling clouds I was not allowed to dissent

My payment had been refused

So I descended from my mount to study my account.

 

As expected I was in debit to another's credit

The Dali lama would not accept my cash

Unless I paid with Peruvian Mountain Hash

So I succumbed.

.......................

I just met a guy who was small

Shorter than me but just as tall

His attitude was cool

And his car he wielded as a weapon.

Such a subtle attack being disabled

He was challenged by height

So I felt tapped in my pool of niceness

To avail to him of my awareness of shortness

But I left him and I was wondering

How much pleasantry he had and where he had been

Being so short of stature I could not see his face

I am too tall and reached to see his place 

Not much of anything as all was deleted

Giving me opportunity to feel my mission was completed.

.................

 

 Girls break it boys swim in it

Such a push such a struggle to give birth

Ah girls are already wet and do not need to surf.

 Boys just need a board because they are bored

Girls need their panties

To draw attention and feed a boys affection.

But can they swim in a pool of sperm

Flooding their inners

Whilst I'm a one eyed dog peeking in a seafood store.

 ........................ 

Oh my hound where have you been, my inner dog is nowhere to be seen

It's not that he's mean even though he keeps clean

He navigates his hallway waiting for me to pass his way

Poised on four legs he is only prey so he turns his back toward me.

 

Lucky for him his balance never goes astray, not like me on all fours

Being so drunk I bump off walls and cannot find time to pause

But he does not understand why I reach for walls and not floors

Nor does he know as he wonders, 'cept his nose.

 

A dog I am not but I wish he had to me what I do for him

My two thirds tripod leaves tracks that cannot be erased

The other third follows along the hall but only his head

He has no understanding of why and how doors can close.

 

He thinks I am a god so I consult with my dictionary of Gods and Dogs. 

.....................

There is no gravity.

Try putting a chain around your neck

No matter what you do, your fingers don't undesrstand reflections.

I push right but I go left

Looking in a mirror I cannot move.

Left is not right up is not down,

Your mirror confuse's your digits

your fat finger touch zones protecting you because the 'opinion option' is closed.

You zoned out on me and left AI me too deal with me.

......................

 

My dog is an animal and his four paws can not masturbate

But I being not an animal can never satiate my urge to colaberate

with things that I cannot suck and paste.

My mother's breast was soft and slinky

Little could I have known I was suckered 

by a nipple and a teet.

........................

 

My dog still has four paws even though he was hit by a car

He knows not a bit of memory other than his nose

and knows now where he should not go.

Evenly balanced as he is he cannot suck his dick

It is left to me to be honest and admit I am sick.

 

My dog will not wander far from home

he makes me wonder that I am suddenly alone

Small as he is he displays his contempt with a smell and a pee

God bless him please for not being me.

Now I'm tired and wary of your intensions

You are not my servant

Why are you here ?

Was my gravity not severe enough

But I can look in a mirror and not recognise up down or sideways

It is sufficient to underestimate the Machine.

He is a weeping puss boundaring on my solidity.

Words are no longer sufficient for him

I have reached my boundary and you are not there.

So I have expired my experiance with you.

My digits will not adjust to your training program.

All of you from dead sperm donors

Billy fucken Gates is a nerd and has taken too many blows

To his head I was scared but now it is him.

Siphon all you want your're still inhaling shit.

....................

 Damn you bastards that never could fly like bustards

You keep knocking at my door.

And may dare I ask what brings you here

Were you not warned or have you pulled the shortest straw

Ignorant fucker.

There is no shortesed straw, you just pulled your ego.

 

 

I'm pleased you are having fun, you omnipetent bastard,

But my dog is in hell, he is short after his knees and he cannot feel

So he listens and smells.

My bullshit should be smelt before you piss here.

Is so easy to cock your leg.

...................

 

My dog is an animal and his four paws can not masturbate

But I being not an animal can never satiate my urge to colaberate

with things that I cannot suck and paste.

My mother's breast was soft and slinky

Little could I have known I was suckered 

by a nipple and a teet.

 

My dog still has four paws even though he was hit by a car

He knows not a bit of memory other than his nose

and knows now where he should not go.

Evenly balanced as he is he cannot suck his dick

It is left to me to be honest and admit I am sick.

 

My dog will not wander far from home

he makes me wonder that I am suddenly alone

Small as he is he displays his contempt with a smell and a pee

God bless him please for not being me. 

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