Nights like this I wish to rip out my bones with my hands and throw them against the wall. They would crash around your feet like little instruments so maybe you could hear me. Maybe you would play me a little song and I could be your music. I'd carry the echo through the hollows of my skull like a broken seashell. I wish to vommit blood into your ( Read more... )

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Distance by miles pales in comparison to the estrangement of our hearts. You can penetrate me through signals and fine reception. Desire takes the shape of a spear which obeys the riptides as they pull back and then rush forth. If it's possible for sweat to make a sound I think I heard it break as you came. I didn't, but my legs still open by ( Read more... )

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What is subtle and effective mutates to nasty excess. Oh those fucking demons. I should pour acid over them and mold the clay into pretty red red roses with layers. Me hiding between the petals. Safety within the very same monsters that would grow new heads. The last little bug waits to crawl and make it's way out of my system. It circles around my ( Read more... )

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I think Charles is my absolute favorite, closely followed by Ginny Weasley, and then randomly Pinocchio, Boxed In, Little Bird, Pup, Venetian Mask, Winter Strain, Crude, Remedy Burn & Johnny, Annabelle III, and the Stitch Bitches.