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qandisa's daughter (who couldn't do it right)when you leave, my sheets are wet
with sweat and come and cold
in the absence of
your body pressed up against
mine, and the breath
poured out of your grey-green
i'll never quite get over that.
baby, bring me a heart to eat
so i can pretend i've got
at least half
the wit and twice
the damage you deal.
bet, and i'll pretend
daddy never taught me how
to play a proper game of poker
for a reason,
when i said you have to mean something
me, i didn't mean
you'd have to
to get me undressed.
greets me different-
ly and when you're lying
there pants undon
thixotropiait's getting a little too
non-Newtonian in here
control from existential singularities
the brilliant imaginations of children disturbed
and the uninterrupted powers of ancient gods
but reincarnation received
[and it was a culling]
re-birthed as ideo-
and if we're going to keep looking
for needles we'll need
to build a bigger haystack
superfluitythe universe asks
then decides for itself
parabolic tendencies of vagueness
mesmerizing strangers when they're still
gelatinous and dumb
still we're not the only heretics to flood this place with broken tongues
and like the rest we'll be destroyed
a limping neoplastic
when our egos and their urges shrink
and responses grow more lucid
to crazy-town!natural hair-color ID pic taken from your middlename relationship, status or mood. the color of underwear. one thing that makes you happy is the last person you cuddled with going back in time, and change something. an animal for one day had a near death experience, something you do a lot is the name of the song stuck in your head right now. copy+paste this from the same b-day as you, last time you cried/sang in front of a large audience. one superpower is to notice about the opposite sex biggest secret/favorite color/the last time you lied. kiddy movies or TV shows eating or drinking the favorite smell. life in one word gave/received a hug,
Time Isflushing ink out
ink flowing out
sediments smoothing to the edge
releasing around point
a gathered story
falling though targets
all unknowingly pouring.
tautologically impairedrepetition builds
(s)kills far from the madding crowd
where in the presence of proprietary predators
our inquiring organs want to know
the only true cure for the bite of a spider
those who dispute the definition of paradise
undercover in long division searching
the ignoble savages for a unified theory
backwoods prophets in a theater
of socialized wolves
seventeen ankles walked into a trap
Abortion of the human spirit aka mindless risenEach day we are broken down from the minute we are born
A seed sewn in pleasure can be a love or a scorn
Each road we take gives us a thousand answers
But we watch with glazed eyes and flickering dancers
Be it TV, Computer or video game
The human is being replaced by something tame
heroes of fallible mythliving fossils
we're not even legally mammals
simply convenient collections
of practical props and effects
small analogue soldiers
against a time traveler's ocean
our trivial tumblers unbroken
but not a mind left well kept
and redundancy promises igno-
the aloofness of supermen sated
and using big data
while sententiously locked in position
sentinels scared of sedition
Counting SheepStumble softly onto the grass,
And I catch a glimpse of the tree line ahead.
Could we paddle a little faster?
I want to get to the end of this before I wake.
I don’t want to miss a single second of this place,
But I’m a realist,
And I know that I can’t spend forever locked away.
Take me to the river,
Where the fish jump out and sing to your ships,
And the water laps at your feet like the playful child she is,
Where I know that my secrets are safe,
So long as they are not whispered to the blades,
The grasses have ears you know.
They like to spread your desires to the next person while the wind blows,
And soon the
...and to find out it's all a fakeit's a pageant out there
of playground eugenics
shadows chasing shadows
to the world of grey where
winning cures most everything
vulgarian remorse ...
and it's always
darkest just beneath the light
ants inside the honey trap
co-mingling with worms
filling utilitarian bags
with miscellaneous sand
and test tubes full of words
House of IllusionsWelcome to my mind no stranger place you'll find
A variation of sanity an end of all humanity
A world of dark and dread with some rotting heads
Held into their place by pike and Horrors face
I know you've seen the sign after drinking some of my wine
falling deep within trying not to spin
It's a crazy man's utopia the walls here are sure to know ya
Calculating the chance you escape this twisted trance
I'd say look around but we all know that sound
the shadows they await better lock the gate
mythically it's all here the women and the beer
yet you never know if you're not old enough to show
My Swarming, the hatred of mundaneTwisting of mundane windmills revive themselves. Slow tears quickly swim down the people grim faces. The world shrinks with windmills as they grow more elite.
The swarming. The plantations knowledge that I'm still alive the pain from Caligula disorder that the humans cling to. Satan that has kissed my lips bleeds and curves in its movements with pinwheel pursuits something not of the mundane.
My eyes lift from their past, tiny molecules of substance began to bring birth to my swarming. The heat makes windmills blow fuses of sorts. Just stop with your crackling you venue.
The taste of logic had died with his was erroneous actions.....his t
Prepared to sayI have something to say.
It's a thought that keeps my mind at bay
And I'm afraid that its going to stay
I wish is would go away
But I'm afraid it won't until I pluck up the courage to say
Never mind, I shall keep it at bay
No one wants to know anyways
Who cares about what I have to say
But then again how will this feeling go away
If I just try and keep it at bay
What I'm trying to say
Is that it's hard this way
And I don't know how it'll come out
But I guess I have no doubt
That I am simply
And utterly prepared to say
I am gay
Muttered ProfanitiesLosing it all
Every graveless bastard
That found their Heaven on my back
Every festering circus tent pitched
In my ivory plains
Every plastic bitch
Hydrated by my perspiration
I am losing it all
All the pageant queens
Sent to blindness, with gouged eyes
All the imaginary friends
Who sank into the molding walls
All the fucking Nazis
Who would kill, only to kill more
I am losing it all
But I am not lost
me, myself, and iRENeI miss me
The lost me..
The old me
The simple me
The shallow me..
The innocent me..
The child in me..
Where are you?
Where am I?
Can you find me?
Or shall I find you?
Will I ever?
A world where I scream
The infinite words of silence
Where no one hears
Yet they understand
Where people walk
Upon their eyes fall behind
Speak this world where
Only I know
I can't comprehend
This meaning of this
An everlasting mistake
As my days become my nights
My nights become days
I realized time sleeping
In the depths of nothingness
What do I do?
What do I have to do?
To make things
Things on my mind
Be like thos
I am HERE...yet to be FOUNDI AM HERE, yet to be FOUND
I feel lost; I don't know what to do.
I don't know what I am doing.
Or if there's anything worth doing
I'm here in the end yet I am just beginning
I want something more
I know I'm meant for something greater.
Yet it seems that my hands won't reach it.
And every time I think about it
I feel a hole in my gut,
that's telling me there's more to life
than just being THIS an irrelevant stone
waiting, just waiting to be found
waiting to be polish
hoping, just hoping that I would come out
as a precious as I was born to be
or even more precious than a diamond
Is this enough?
Is this ALL O
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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