MY BATH EVERY NIGHT. I GET INTO IT AND ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH MY LEGS. I RUB IT INTO MY LEGS AND OVER MY LEG HAIRS> IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT I ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH THE HAIRS OF MY LEG AND THE BACKS OF MY THIGHS. IT FEELS GOOD GIVING MYSELF TO THE SLIME. IT FEELS SMOOTH. IT IS COOL AND RUBBERY AGAINST MY UNGUARDED FLESH. I INHALE THE CLEAN, TOXIC SMELL— IF I DRANK THE SLIME I WOULD BE KILLED. EVER SINCE THE GOVERMNENT REPLASCED MY BATHWATER WITH EXPERIMENTAL SLUDGE I HAVE FELT MORE CONTENT, MORE AT PEACE. I FEEL PLACID AND PLIANT. THE SLIME RESTS ON MY CHEST NOW, OOZING LANGUIDLY OVER MY MANY SCARS. IT STINGS AND I RELISH IN THE PAIN, IT FEELS SO GOOD LETTING THE SLIME CREEP OVER ME. IT HAS ALMOST REACHED MY CHIN NOW. I LOVE TO ACCEPT. I LVOE TO OBEY. I AM NO LONGER A PERSON. I DRIFT IN COMPLACENT SUSPENSION UNTIL THE ALARM EMBEDDED IN MY WRIST BEEPS THRICE, SIGNALLING ME TO EMPTY THE TUB. I OPEN THE DRAINS WITHOUT HESITATION. I SUBMIT TO THE COMMAND. I WAIT FOR THE SLIME TO SINK TO ASS-LEVEL AND CLIMB OUT, THICK STRANDS OF GREEN CLINGING MOMENTARILY TO MY BODY. THE SLIME COATS MY ANKLES, KNEES, ASS AND GENITALS. IT DRIPS PLEASANTLY DOWN FROM MY CHEST TO MY STOMACH. I AM OWNED, I THINK IN A DULL VOICE, WATCHING THE LAST SLIME CREEP DOWN THE DRAINS, FEELING THE SLIME FINALLY SLIDE DOWN FROM MY BODY ENTIRELY, LEAVING MY FLESH EXPOSED AND CLEAN. I BELONG. I AM AT PEACE. I HAVE BEEN SLIMED. I WILL BE SLIMED AGAIN TOMORROW
date a guy who loves his mom. date a guy who will take you around the world. date a guy who plays an instrument. date a guy who wears ski masks. date a guy who can catch a deer with his bare hands, but hasn’t yet (not because he isn’t fast enough. he’s just been busy with some stuff.) date a guy who loves taco bell. date tyler joseph.
these two are too much i swear
tyler joseph of twenty one pilots
alt press music awards 2014