this blog is copyright of LIZARIKK 230724 

k so these were written in a pillow case from my hospiral stay in 2013 :

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This blog is copyright of LIZARIKK 

I remembered a guy from my school days  

 

 210724

 the author is forcing our vulnerable friend 

to post negative things about herself in order to manipulate me 

she is not invited to encounter me tomorrow 

 

 

 

 

 

word jam : look at me now bullies !

 

word jam : look at me now bullies !

bit of a Frankensteins monster these cams 

its a scientific fact 
that there are frequencies 
we've not yet discovered 

alien intelligence 
is right here on your doorstep 

there are different types of intelligence 
and i don't have your sort  

just briefly this evening
I feel my head above the waves
some kind of a new sense of right and wrong 
above the waves you find a tranquil place 
above the clouds
where we are causing things to happen 
but we got bored there 
and jumped into the drama 

there are unseen forces pulling strings 
making energies generated by people 
producing very powerful frequencies

the wickedness of her literally 
and yet shes innocent 
because she says shes a bad person 
you just have to forgive her child like play 
even if it crosses you 
the race is on to see which one forgives 
n I have to give her my beloved 
because shes young

n I deserve it cus I'm no better 
shes tiny, n one must not be bitter 

tune out tune out

she went from hip hop to classically trained 

and I wasnt really so impressed with her pop songs 
but this movie trailer
will go down in history ! 

and rarely do gothic and classical collide like this 
so its very fine art and also darker and more scary 
than classical ever is 

and you wonder what has happened to her 
that she has this dark stuff about her 
and I think still darker stuff yet 

diamond

her voice sounds like a cut glass chandelier
and she wrote it to be closer to death 
as she stands defiant lifting her chin 
look at me now , bullies ... 

artistic romance 
of all the drama and the pain and laughter
that mental illness has brought 
the smudged make up
laughing and crying like that !

sometimes I miss it all 

n death will feel
like the most natural thing in the world 

 210724 , 200724

 

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Referential fear , is how the 5000 were fed

Reverential 

 

 

it was a strap on

Well some of it

Too hot   , no it's too easy

And not as satisfying 

 Because I'm feeling harrassed

I've offered you no reciprocity , men are better at reading signals 

The author said I'm to get assaulted with a pipe cleaner ,
My vulnerable friend keeps saying about it
Author lost herself an invite for monday
Having sexually assaulted me online that's all she's getting 

 

 

word jam : red wine : 200724

 I remember one time my period spurted unexpectedly , really scarey
Like a tap it was , you could hear it
I was attacked by a harpie
The cut throat world of cyber sex
If youre dying of thirst the water tastes like wine
 
Iim not really a team player
There’s still a bit of skin left
I aint cooking no dinner !
we can still work together as friends ...
I think my best one i didnt actually know who i was doing
I've speculated,  and I never regained my dignity
Mum was the sweetest angel of love and dad had terrible rages , bless him
Politics is not creative
Porn is not the same as cyber sex

I rarely fantasies about my partner
Paradoxically objectification plays a part
a bearded iris dress
There was a black boom
And alot of deafening smoke

There was maternal abuse in my family
I sometimes draw the same person many times
as if you could heal them with paint

K so experiences of violence include being punched in the head by a drug addict , kicked in the stomach , having my finger bitten into until I screamed like an old man , chased by a man with a pane of glass ,

Lots of verbal abuse , stealthing , pushed shoved and sexually assaulted by a large woman in the mental hospital
There's this tension where you wonder what's through the doors

Agents are sent to harass me
the dulcet tones of lilting harmonies
Plenty of camera juice

There’s more than two ways to play with a man
Took me 40 years to think of that
A woman is made of oestrogen
And seems to be fodder

If youre dying of thirst the water tastes like wine