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[on_the_rooftops]

The world broke the worm,
And his halves slid against the pavement,
Entrails making a wet warm rose bed,

Eyelids, nostrils, chins and bottom lips,
Foot shadows dropping into an unheeded demise,
tossing the Technicolor gore,
away from any mind.

Comments

[positions_]

word on the street is you're gonna be at folklife tomorrow. so am i! callll me 206.834.5268

[ipreferletters]

it was nice seeing you.

[positions_]

it was way too cool to see you at folklife so i think you need to come to my apartment friday afternoon for the little barbeque im hosting. then we will head to the blackbox. sounds good sounds good.