on being alivei am a jerk
i probably have said i would talk more but with such testing and drawing and weakness i haven't.
i will.
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fill pagesfill pages from roll of stones on one foot path from tilt of chair before it will fall or pattern produced by light and lace then fill with rape at 14 or then drugs at 12 with full details on what kind (pot) where (jeff's house) what it was &fill pages
by ~Ghrey
fig treefig bloom says to acai tree - the consumer is getting ripped off by your pretentious posturing fig bloom and I swivel my eyes plum tree says blueberry bush - the world not satisfied needs more of your ice cream plum tree and I quiver to think of raspberry bush to blackberry blush you and I -fig tree
we need to be together I will see you when it's right
shutters on knees stamp shut back and on, over and all, all coverage from the storm of pure berry hail of traversing
of unifying, as it sh
by ~Ghrey
paternalismand so I am just try ing to get back to happy a gain. and yet what can I do when I have nothing more than manipu lating words and sorry phrases left to say? what could be there to bring me back to us back to seeing a fallen flower and knowing to leave it there on its head still breathing though a veritable machine of so clean design the men work in rambles and this system letting light and I've grown that fall so quick apartpaternalism
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a paddleboat dimension
now disallowed
in this new collapsible planet ache
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locked in October's fiery
sol
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GoliathEvery afternoon, for twelve minutes they open your door. Perhaps, inGoliath
the bass-less talk of the lounge set,
all do speak to you- being
the chosen
crucified on a mattress, the grit of a cement floor scattering your sweat
like broken veins, to the drain you’d rather pee in than pass pinching, knocking for the guards.
I dreamt you were a spider leg dancing to death, pinned & straitening like a snake in a bag,
the nurses huddled, mindless to the spider folding in a crevice seven legs wide.
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Today Is.as on Mounting Hill they sow and reap strange love-fruit iridescent cut into over-fresh womb and rapeToday Is.
those beloved and torn
those beloved who sacrifice and yell songs of self-righteousness off the mountain of - carne, cărnos, act carnal -
and those who strip and paint themselves naked still against gas-station scenery minus the accent the cigarettes they throw themselves into - carne, cărnos, act carnal -
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and those who dance clot
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Hello, sir, how are you?
oh, and a hug, too.
--
a cold fuck and a goldfish memory
(sarah kane -- crave)
i have had insane weeks and am a jerk for not writing letters.
so
i will remedy this.
and thanks for the hug
--
Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
siren siren siren siren siren siren !
and then i thought,
no no no no no no!
maybe she lies to you
--
Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
mr. pip--
spam spam spam spam spam spam--
you know how bad sirens can be. i don't think you're a siren, and i hope i'll never have to think you a siren.
are you a siren?
i am not some sort of siren
--
Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
--
a cold fuck and a goldfish memory
(sarah kane -- crave)
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