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ASK iAN * 20 Selfish Valentines
Because i ain't built outta
money...that must be it.
That must mean
i never cared.
Because i don't have the patience of a rotting corpse, must mean that my feelings
for i am
not Tender, perhaps a cross between a door-mat and choice cuts of meat
kicked around in the dust.
As You put me in Harm's way
on a cruel and selfish whim, as You display your short comings like a peacock waxing moxy,
as your worshiped canine knife tooth pierces your lipstick coca cola smile, i sat dropped
in a Dead Zone...arsed, aging, losing, nauseated, nearly murdered because the only thing
you could ever repeat, time and time and over again...were Your mistakes.
I AM NOT
getting my kicks on Route 66
forced to sever my simplicity
as You consort with the Lords and the Godz
on which card your
In a rigged game, ran by fanatical racketeers, i lost interest and then i...
A Lifetime of Sweetness turns to rot strings in my broken mouth of complaint.
A Lifetime in photographs gutted from me without anesthetics.
A Lifetime now at the mercy of the changing of the guards, whom with every change
become a lot more less personal, less tranquil, less colorful with the dying of the monthly days...so just burn through.
Get it over with.
For I have learned
I can have what i never wanted...as my dreams are classified now as complaints.
Headed for a Home i no longer recollect...shove my nose in coffin soot and cram my face
in homemade misery
It seems my destruction
tickles your sweet tooth
kick my heart like a can
show me where i can dispose
of these useless memories
a turquoise and used trashcan on two legs
i'd like to meet You there...but i lost myself
oh so long, long ago...somewhere down
Your dinner is in the oven.