I wrote some pretty crazy shit in psych wards/on da streetz when I was smoking weed/eating edibles and having psychotic episodes.
It wasn't interesting in the slightest, just literal schizoposting about how I was a government super secret agent/divine being and everything happened as a special sign to me etc. etc. also gross, unimaginative sex fantasies.
Most of the time I just threw my discharge paperwork immediately into the nearest trashcan. I kept the last half-full notebook of psychobabble writing a little bit longer when I got off the street and into a sober living house but I threw it out a year or so later because it depressed me so bad reading my own delusions that seemed 100% real at the time but were just clearly insane.
~3 year period of my life that I still have trouble just reflecting on. Glad I pulled out of it 🙂
I never got that bad but I've gone through periods of deep isolation and so can relate. A lot of my writing from those periods is super painful to read because of how delusional and whiny it all sounds
I've deleted a lot of my writing from when i was younger because so much is unbearably cringy, but i try to leave most of it as a reminder to myself. And so that when I'm older even if painful i can still look back and see how I've changed
Listen listen just listen stop. Listen just wait please please just listen wait I need to tell you something just wait just wait wait just wait please wait just please wait good! Thank you thank you wait thank you good good good just wait here wait here, just wait here I’ll be back I’ll be back back good. Okay I’m back I’ve got it it’s right here in my hands look look here it is okay now please take a seat seat okay? Good. Now listen you promised to listen listen please wait listen good thank you thank you thank you okay what I have to say is that no one listens no one no one at all not even you you’re just humouring me because you’re scared scared of what I don’t know no one ever told me no one ever explained anything to me it’s just expected that you know it all know it all know it all know it all wait wait where are you going just wait wait please stop stop stop.
I’d eat you feet first
chewing through your shoes like fudge,
Most people are horrified by these kinds of proclamations.
Yet licking at anything, I taste you
Condensed. Sticky. stuck, dripping down my tongue;
sucking in a breath of remembrance,
smacking back fondant.
Taking a fork and stabbing a doughed belly .
You’d pull apart slow. Caramel like.
Who else better to savor you
Than me
It's like getting cake smashed in your face. That's how I want our bodies to connect. Scraping icing off with my fingers. An Angel would weep to see any of you wasted. I weep
There isn't even anything such as 'debt' in the 21st century.
>hey chud where's my paper? >hee hoo those shitters that you print haha Black personisraelite fudchud >you be printing all that mula from butthole huh? chudosaurus? hehe hoo hoo boo boo in tour mom's tushy kekerino
Pneumonoanemoatlivariometer. Literally, an instrument which measures the rate of the speed of at a height given the movement of winds carrying volcanic ash.
I wrote this in the gay thread the other day and got 0 replies. It's copied and pasted from my post in an earlier /trash/ thread that got one reply which was basically "what is this, this is a gooning thread"
CIRCA 2011, THE TAIL END OF EARLY METAMODERNISM.
IN RETROSPECT, I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THAT ACTUALLY GOT PUBLISHED; THEY WERE PUBLISHING ANYTHING, BACK THEN.
Surrealistic writing has no room for error. It’s either ok (rarely even good) or terrible. 90% of the time it’s terrible
I like it. It's like a pedophile's fever dream.
You asked for it
Not really incoherent, but not interesting or intelligent or insightful at all.
That's nice I didnt ask
I wrote some pretty crazy shit in psych wards/on da streetz when I was smoking weed/eating edibles and having psychotic episodes.
It wasn't interesting in the slightest, just literal schizoposting about how I was a government super secret agent/divine being and everything happened as a special sign to me etc. etc. also gross, unimaginative sex fantasies.
Most of the time I just threw my discharge paperwork immediately into the nearest trashcan. I kept the last half-full notebook of psychobabble writing a little bit longer when I got off the street and into a sober living house but I threw it out a year or so later because it depressed me so bad reading my own delusions that seemed 100% real at the time but were just clearly insane.
~3 year period of my life that I still have trouble just reflecting on. Glad I pulled out of it 🙂
I never got that bad but I've gone through periods of deep isolation and so can relate. A lot of my writing from those periods is super painful to read because of how delusional and whiny it all sounds
I've deleted a lot of my writing from when i was younger because so much is unbearably cringy, but i try to leave most of it as a reminder to myself. And so that when I'm older even if painful i can still look back and see how I've changed
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Both A and not A are true.
Listen listen just listen stop. Listen just wait please please just listen wait I need to tell you something just wait just wait wait just wait please wait just please wait good! Thank you thank you wait thank you good good good just wait here wait here, just wait here I’ll be back I’ll be back back good. Okay I’m back I’ve got it it’s right here in my hands look look here it is okay now please take a seat seat okay? Good. Now listen you promised to listen listen please wait listen good thank you thank you thank you okay what I have to say is that no one listens no one no one at all not even you you’re just humouring me because you’re scared scared of what I don’t know no one ever told me no one ever explained anything to me it’s just expected that you know it all know it all know it all know it all wait wait where are you going just wait wait please stop stop stop.
Wrote this when I couldn't stop banging my head against the wall of interdisciplinarity.
I’d eat you feet first
chewing through your shoes like fudge,
Most people are horrified by these kinds of proclamations.
Yet licking at anything, I taste you
Condensed. Sticky. stuck, dripping down my tongue;
sucking in a breath of remembrance,
smacking back fondant.
Taking a fork and stabbing a doughed belly .
You’d pull apart slow. Caramel like.
Who else better to savor you
Than me
It's like getting cake smashed in your face. That's how I want our bodies to connect. Scraping icing off with my fingers. An Angel would weep to see any of you wasted. I weep
There isn't even anything such as 'debt' in the 21st century.
>hey chud where's my paper?
>hee hoo those shitters that you print haha Black personisraelite fudchud
>you be printing all that mula from butthole huh? chudosaurus? hehe hoo hoo boo boo in tour mom's tushy kekerino
t. poopenhauer
Once I wrote this:
Pneumonoanemoatlivariometer. Literally, an instrument which measures the rate of the speed of at a height given the movement of winds carrying volcanic ash.
Braphogs owe me slambreeding goonsex.
a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous
Mother's carpet matched her drapes
she built up static on them
produced a field for grazing cows
to wander and to low in
polar bears shorn close beseech the farmer for his subsidies
his fallow widow lactates syrup
for their bare necessities
ground control to ursa major,
Tom's a minor inconvenience
divining futures in the pastures
"show the rod and spare no lenience"
said the king of Babylon, his whoring
wife Delilah with him
darning socks of Samsonite [samson's hair]
for fetishists to wear and sniff em
poring over manuscripts and marginalia?
stick with dynamite and it'll never fail ya
Tom's cooking up anarchic schemes
and dreaming of a better linen
to drape across the nakedness
of all his father's mother's children
conical her breasts, long her dugs,
she never should have given Aldous drugs
so bravely manufactured by
machine-predicted laborers
whose future selves earn salaries
to free indebted embryos
womb suspension sweatshop amniotics
wrung from all of those
who lack the sense to sense the corpse
that's hanging from a garden hose
in deep Edenic thickets on the pubis
of the farmer's wife
who levels barrels at the boy
for monkeying with death and life
and fancying a cosmonaut who barked his shins
and gnashed his teeth on bones then made a crown of them
there's Uncle, he walks on all fours
driven from his habitat
penis long as yarrow stalks
and scarely quite as thick as that
the King now shows his hand in mortal sympathy
he'd never knowed or crowed a wiener as limp as thee
I, Ching Chong, the chinaman
beheld the calving bergs unfurling
brackish bricks of soda pop
No-zone left and cameras rolling
filmy substance, oil slick
atop the poor boy's Coca Cola
Tommy asked the Who-man
could he maybe borrow his Corolla
"but conversion's still forthcoming
catalytic proselyte
your ruddy hooded ornament
shall not adorn my sleigh tonight"
and that's when Tom exhausted pinched the candle light
and so the father and the son
side by side embosom-ed
push up daisies and brassieres
hereafter quite un-cozen-ed
~~~~
the Energizer bunny beats a reveille
and charges Mother then and there with battery
not the most unhinged thing, but something i wrote today during my session that i thought was weird, gross and powerful
I wrote this in the gay thread the other day and got 0 replies. It's copied and pasted from my post in an earlier /trash/ thread that got one reply which was basically "what is this, this is a gooning thread"