nahdxhtskulking ever so softly through a dried and rotting moonlit mulch and wafting in and out of place oblivous, delirious ragged skank - let's see your face crusted over, sealed slits, leaking tears, or toxins on a bloodied wasted clay grainy salted specks of it hanging up their corpses in spat wounds neglected choking off your limbs and neck she spurts a filmy sweat in protest, soaking up the spices left then tumbling through apple leaves stirring the mellow taste of iron lost in liquid mercury, a cleansing bluish aqua fille alive, awake, awarenahdxht
cut offdon't make me start... wretched retching i am exhausted - laissez-moi seul you couldn't be here with me alone ? a little pile of bones and flesh, in the corner, in the hole, wouldn't even go there myself. what when there's sun and grass and birds outside. arbitrary fundamental imagery. someone might say that i love distress. there's a door in a mirror (more poetry) which reflects a hum of cringe, around the edges, nothing too bright that would lift the roof off this strong house. the other door is grave. lead, impossibly thick, layered with hcut off
blerkWhy are you holding me ? Don't push - it's rude ! As if you ever knew or cared... But where would I be otherwise ? Just as dejected Just as demented just more silent doubly infuriating. You bring out the beauty in being delusional. Is that why you haven't been overthrown yet ? If only... I dreamt you up - you are not real That's the impression I'm starting to get So why don't you leave me ? I don't deserve this. Come hither, sweet potion, you know I don't hate you perverted creature that I am We can still be saved. writhing.blerk
thinkThis is a melancholy place of yellow orange blooms Disinterested Indifference Your coldness doesthink
not even chill as ice for that would be too pretty. Your refinement shimmers undisturbed impenetrable to frail young things. But just your glancing image in some polished surface is enough To drain away the playing, The scents and sounds of cheap and desperate tricks. They don't confuse me any more. No matter what the trying It is solitude which sits beneath the magic of the haze. Dying whimpers may move nothing when they're so
addictionhave you ever been an addict. and im not talking about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.addiction
im talking about the if-i-dont-get-it-right-now-im-going-to-fucking-blow-someones-head-off type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride, standards. but i know i would easily toss those away just to get it. i know because i have. so all i really have is it
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talk to you lates
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anyhow
i hope i talk to you later
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though when did you ever know me to be alive anyway ?
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jen
you poor thing!
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