There are Holes in The Haiku

there are holes in my
head they burn holes in it there
are holes in my head

Again and Again

With your hands extended forth you apologized... again and again. I wondered what part of you was so invested that your tears should soak like salt in these wounds that were once yours. I claim them again and again. I reject all knowledge. Rain begins to fall... I close my eyes and taste infinity. The clouds dismantle and the sun peeks. Without worry that I should go blind, I stare. Everything that I see is worth a life time. This time I shall let the light parade through me. This time I shall lay in shades of grace.

Fuck it.
Find porn.

lyke soooo deep

bull shit bull shit bull
shit bull shit bull shit bull shit
now just fucking die

Haiku-fail.

Remember, ladies:
There are infinite angles
From which to gaze upon my glorious member.

Biomechanical Recursion, or simply, The Macro.

[Command] initiate flare
...revealing a squad of women,
all clawing at androgynous red-walls.
Hoping to get a piece.

There is a terrible irony about all of this.
That their decay should be the effect of something so
...archaic. It was embarrassing; how she stayed.
And I? Its not that I didn't try.
I just wasn't enough of an asshole.

[Command] initiate flare
...revealing a squad of women,
all clawing at androgynous red-walls.

The Growth and Decay af a Self-Replicating Organic System

The ground beneath my feet is mist, and I am not sure how much longer it will hold me. Every new thought is a perpetual collapse in which I am reiterated into spirals. The spirals continue weaving, burgeoning, mutating into a dragon. I can feel the heat of it’s breath as it approaches the corner. I scurry… a new chamber must be constructed, but I can only produce these chambers half as fast as I used to. The dragon toys with me… heat-death is imminent.