Revolving door heart,but I bind mine tight, locked in concrete and one don't say what one can't speak ( Read more... )

Who the fuck IS one to be, the damned savior, AM IT the messiah to be nailed for the collective sins? One IS NOT going to bear the inequities of outrageous children, simpering, whining, utter cockshit ( Read more... )

Break through hard flesh, break the abdomen, break the dividing lines. Cold, rigid, defenseless let the fluids ease out, marinate in the juices, running down, flowing out. In repose, in disposed, without remorse, without pride, without pretension, without fear, without hate, without love. Purity on display, and it seems ever the only way ( Read more... )

Tear a little heart up and wear like a halo, let it circle the head and wear it for show ( Read more... )

Holding up torn skin, pushing the tissue back to see deeper inside; to see the inner workings ( Read more... )

How does it go there in the self made towers of E-lysium? How does the thread hold the body up, how many names attached to the same things machine machine machine ( Read more... )

Do the traces follow the fingers or the fingers set on tracks and the traces are just foreshadows of future tense, to see the future from displayed present actions, to know how one's life is to be played out is truly written in it's genes ( Read more... )

Legion head seeks the separation of identities through spatial reasoning, knowing me by solving for x. Not of this because there is no possibility of being it. It is seen in approximation therefore it must be close to but not of ( Read more... )

Hardly matters what name went by or what name called out when it becomes the Abaddon, the beginning into end and end become beginning of what terror or succor wholly dependent on which eye is looked through ( Read more... )

How deep does a scar run across the head, into the chest. Ever the definition of being, held one above reproach from tottering spastic children ( Read more... )