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Oh, Esther,
Death demands me.
ether and stone, this black headed,
black hooded brute-
inducing with tongues,
the later half,
of an earlier promise.
I made newborn creeds from root sap,
chalking it all up, always late for supper, drinking drain bound hydrogen
with veins as clear as roadmaps in the fashionable shape of two forked arrows.
This is
Death demands me.
ether and stone, this black headed,
black hooded brute-
inducing with tongues,
the later half,
of an earlier promise.
I made newborn creeds from root sap,
chalking it all up, always late for supper, drinking drain bound hydrogen
with veins as clear as roadmaps in the fashionable shape of two forked arrows.
This is
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ivan gave us a good time on thursday...
junkies on a mission
one day i am so writing a book about the random occurrances of my life
then i'll be rich
and then we can catch up on that picnic....
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