JERM IX:
I stand alone on this island, this mind: an abandoned asylum. I may have designed it but I'm also a violent-assassin masked in black and strapped with the immaculate raps of a man that stands at destiny's passage. I'm silent.
JERM IX:
We eat, we hunt creep and beef on each other. We prey to a diet eh? While you preach for sobriety, I'm drunk, smoked out and I stank of the skunk. Monkeyed.
JERM IX:
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JERM IX:
My closet skeletons are still too fresh, some still dressed, and may even still have flesh.
JERM IX:
Sometimes being me is like pulling teeth, but i'm not an orthodonist, I don't have a degree. I never graduated anything, so inevitably, this is my quote, I left it open, finish however you please.
JERM IX:
Maybe I'm a serial killer and just don't know it yet. Maybe you're inferior filler and I'll have no regrets.
JERM IX:
Colours fade like the troubled look on my mothers face. Brothers stared, cupboards bare when I went running scared.
JERM IX:
The bad seed branches off the family tree and leaves, no longer feeds on the scraps the tree leaves beneath.
JERM IX:
We look down at each other because we look down at ourselves. We are always the problem. We the people.
JERM IX:
I'm off the shelf like when a products been copped, I walk it off like when my mom would say boys, knock it off.
JERM IX:
Emptiness can't speak. A shadow casts me. That's deep, cause I heard it was shallow to not be.
JERM IX:
The stolen basket from THE HOME DEPOT. This is not an ad for HOME DEPOT. It is an ad for stealing HOME DEPOT baskets.