• Lost_My_Mind@lemmy.world
    11·
    10 hours ago

    Younger…older…I’m all ages and nonexistant at the same time. I am a simple concept. I am insanity. I have 47 arms, 362 penises, 926 vaginas, and 626 totally new genitalia of my own unique creation which I haven’t named yet.

    I drive an F1 racecar to my job on the moon making space biscuits for cowboys and indians that fight each other on Jupitor.

    Your mere mortal laws do not apply to me! I’m inside everybodys butthole, making it itch when you’re giving a public speech.

    • skulblaka@sh.itjust.works
      2·
      9 hours ago

      My first name is a random set of numbers and letters and other alphanumerics that changes hourly forever

      My last name, a thousand vowels fading down a sinkhole to a sussurus, couldn’t just be John Doe or Bingo

      My address, a made up language written out in living glyphs, lifted from demonic literature and religious text

      Telephone uncovered by purveyors of the Ouija, then checked against the CBGB women’s room graffiti

      My social, a sudoku

      My age is obscure

      My ‘in-case-of-emergency’ is in the daisies chasing birds

      Employed by trillionaires with perfect teeth and pores, and people who open doors for the people who open doors

      My medical history is a course at SUNY Buffalo

      Charlatan psychiatry and troubleshooting undertow

      Nervous in the service still,

      I’m burger meat and purple pills

      “Here, thank you. We’ll call your name.”

      Sure you will

      • Aesop Rock, “Shrunk”