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yoda! jus some more brain vomit for(your name here).
this one is called mind gluttons and the stomachs and brains are inverted and the names freud,einstein,and nietzsche are referred to as the mind gluttons...filling their minds with information but gifted with a kind supernatural gut conscience... Genius.

(silver jet buzzes byeeeee piloted by a brain)
neptoonjune...outtie

(mental wretching)......vomit u know what it is...
for some reason im fascinated with figures who seem more or less human...kinda like vampires,aliens and ghosts.
anyway this is called "persons of palimpsests" and its layered and it looks as if someone or something was scratching looking for something or someone.

(neptoonjune).....outtie

(underground maroon jet buzzes beneaaaath)

women are... fuck it i can say it better this way.

The accumulation of hurt


She wears white’s innocence.
Pure as an Eden spring’s stream.. she seems.
She is sweet. Tastes of tongues and sweet dew..
She is pink and lost in the stir my dreams.. A swelling.. Sweating.. moist, and pink ignorant eye.. Shut.
She smells of unfiltered truth… or is it a refined lie..
My nostrils’ prevarication..
The petals perfume of perfect poison.
Her dress is an ethereal.. Inexperienced.. Flesh colored honesty.
A costume? The sunglasses and wigs that hides a hive of cryptic smiles..
The incognitos are yelling in yellow.. Starving for stares..
Black stars in night sky..
And cryptic smiles..
Acidic smells of orange-quartered slices of secrecy..
Her bubbled giggles sting.
My flesh castle becoming stone..
The halo of hurt hugs my heart.. Until it hardens..
The lies.. Those lies!
They hang and become fangs of self-preservation..
You live.. I die..

neptoon...outtie

(flesh colored missle buzzes byeee)

black crown(poem)

Black crown


A tornado cast out of god’s paintbrush..
Whipping winds and the concepts of colors..
Pain.. Pride..
And chocolate all dancing under an African king’s hat.
Rainbows spin until.. They create my skin..
Swirling powdered pigments of dirt.. And rain.. And blood..
Man of sweet mud.
A canvas.. Branches of bitter limp fruit..
Punished for being the only color the blind knows..
The night’s knight caged in yawn of day light..
Running from the jaws of white.. Day..
Reaching night over past lives..
Heaven’s portraits.. Rotating in the minds..
Thick.. With heavy souls.. That drag like..
Plump lazy tongues.
Tongues of broken words and shattered restraints.
Free freee! Sings.. Screams in bubbles.. Eradicate the incubators of shame.
In a dream.. Look around.. All the faces.. Beautiful..
All black and chrome.. Like polished purple plum hulls.
Wearing their thick.. Sultry souls in their eyes and mouth.
Born beaten ..walking with worn.. Limps of prestige..
Dark and cool like space..
A temple.. A triangle..
A pyramid haloed by an elegant ring of night..
Bruised.. Beautiful has beens..
The cinderellas of a species..
The black crowns..
Glowing through the veil.. revealed.

neptoonjune
(winged onyx buzzes byeeeee)....outtie

A noire Martian

(basquiat's fool fetish)

My face is the infinite winks.. Moon powder..
The grain of florescent cocaine caught in the night’s cloak.

Drowning swords.. Metallic streaks..
Like lines of mirror tangled in the mesh of the sky’s ocean.

A moon.
An eye.
A nocturnal Cyclops..
Tarred, painted by a puddle of melting onyx.

I am a pool of black diamond raindrops..
Boundless, without cornea and spilling into milk.
A highlighted orchid of black flame..
Blazing forever.

I am a hero’s funeral

I touch night sky..

And become a swirling stir of
Shadows.
.. A Noir Martian.

neptoonjune....outtie
(triple black gotham like moth jet buzzes byeeeee)

dont make me relapse

yo. this is just a glimpse or a fragment of whats caged in my head please dnt make me "red eye"... please. i rather stay in my coool bloo neptoon zone. might use that awkward silence as a segue into a poem.(blue eye).

(neptoonjune)... outtie

(brilliant bloo fighter jet buzzes byeee)

AHHHH(sighs) Mars..
planet mars was named after the roman war god. the red planet looks as if it was a batttleground and all blood dried up giving mars its wine tinted skin.

Mars is my left eye(terminator shit). it flares when im pissed so please dnt anger me cuz then i'll have to dine on your face then pic my teeth with your cartilage.(yum)

(marssarge)...outtie
(open wound buzzes bye leaving a trail of dna)