diehards grapple with the rest of denying double

trouble is we never know subtle from rebuttal

instincts cave and futures fly

sinking teeth into fleshy rubble

ruins face the necks of paved streets

cobbled rot sings calmly what we’re not (complete)

to sate a need we won’t admit exists within

sinning to defend the sinner from his sin

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focus/dilate

regain senseless mindless controlling substance

numb back! cascading walls

blowing; resentment coating thick-

sticky hands (wet with coercion)

with trickery

crimson lines forever spelling mockery

mimickery and still

ness

so many decisions still shake me and I ask only for them to take me

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the swaying breeze face-up

square and unannounced taste-taker

after market markdown

of a free laissez faire profit-creator

our impacted wisdom teethes on empty stomachs

on charred heartbeats’ fading influx

an acid image climbing

refracted deep in our reflex

we’re killing time’s unguarded continuity

we’re losing eternity

to soft hands and worthless paper

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and all the bandages we've got left

keep bleeding through the centers
rising suns (like japanese flags) littering our bodies
mocking the targets our eyes paint all over eachother
bloody fingerprints growing
                                                seeping through the sides

becoming and consuming

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he looked back behind him cautiously, apparently waiting for something or someone, but turning around again without satisfaction. don’t look again. it’s over. he shook his head slowly, just beginning to feel truly tired, allowing himself to feel for a moment the creeping sadness in his veins, running through his muscles ( Read more... )

hola, she speaks quietly, lowering her eyes ( Read more... )

she looked directly at him, but also through him, past him to something else hidden on the horizon ( Read more... )

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her breath rippled through his body, his face an inch away from her tousled blond hair, an ache of expectation shaking him, as if to mock the predictability of this place. he turned inward and again found only himself. ‘such a fucked up world,’ he thought without resilience. ‘such a fucking mess.’