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hello, i've got a yolk on. with one hand nailed down to a piece of wood. and the other carrying the weight of the world. you probably don't notice because i don't look down. for some fear. for some sin. for some mouth moving. for some thought too thought out. for an over analytical moment . enveloped by the measure of my pupils to the back of my ( Read more... )

off revising the crevices of my accused intellect. whats the use in trying when its only innovating. "no. look at the picture, the nose goes between the eyes. see." some pre-existing god forged some pre-existing words into my vile little mouth. why not say i am myself. it gets me off, you know, letting all of those words out onto the world, tearing ( Read more... )

laying down in the pew because i'm too bored to think about hell. waiting for my brain to reject my body and all the human attachements. so i can be recycled. cleared of memory. set back down on a white or black square, depending on the karma that day. to move at particular angles, congruent with my new culture. but would i think in the same way. ( Read more... )

there is no wretched artwork to scream at.
confusionconfusionangerfrustrationdeppressiondepression.
sorry is an appeal to faulty situations.
what candid spirits.

yesterday i replicated the color of my internal wallpaper of out sandbox nomenclature little men dancing around me in jealousy the mountain spit me out the top and i called back my flesh from the body below to come check out the view slipping on the sheets and pillows and avalanches of snow i am writing home addressed to myself to recreate some ( Read more... )

(digital sympathy) with aimless intentions in orleans
DEATH DIDN'T DANCE TO
MY HOUSE. SO I SET IT ON FIRE
TO COMPENSATE. POURED WATER DOWN
ITS THROAT. BROKE BONES FOR
THE ALLEGORY & THE SOUND SO
MY LUCK WOULDN'T PLAGUE.
ME. SO I COULD TASTE THE
INSPI
                     RADO.

big, gothic, boxed, capital "w" (it was only rehearsals)
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some spawn of satan whispered backstreet boys into my ear. got it stuck in the sweet jelly of my brain. show me the feeling of being lonely. i spilled sugar free vanilla non-fat decaf latte around the area of everything ( Read more... )

tomorrow we go on tour.