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Watch heads turn to look at YOUR bodyYOUR BODYWatch heads turn, snap, break in halfWatch as they bow beforeYOUR BODYWe can make it v-neck worthyWe can make you capable:In the house, in the garage, in the bedroomYOU can be capable of fucking anything,...
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They sounded like _________ But they didn't want to be time travelers, They only knew stuff that already happened. ...
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It occurred to me today...
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dead on wheelsthat spin like cranks and run like gerbilsback and shoulder bubblessporatically flitbetween my spindly muscles my tired mind won’t carewhen the monkeys makeorigami of my flesh because it’s all ...
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I began to have memories that didn't happen to meand when I figured out I was seeing into the future(a revelation embarassingly long in coming)being a child of the internet generation,I wrote about what I foresaw,and I posted it on Craiglist.I exp...
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Never ending knife fights in the nights streets treating people the same means their getting stabbed till they bleed ambulances rush but cant save our foes we dive over the bridges to clean our clothes the holes in their body breathe as ...
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dissection of our chosen election, resurrection of the past thoughts, passed by-me-nots, holding tight to the fear you had to fight to get to the dreams you won't and can't fulfill. looking back, stepping back, back to where it began beginning with t...
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When you don't have anything good to sayit's best to keep your mouth shut for another daybut when that day comes and you still don't wanna saywhat's bottled up inside, what's eatin' your conscience awayit's best to just keep what you're keepin' insid...
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little bit here, little bit there, searching for where you left yourself and why you care hiding in the corner shadows dimming so slightly, growing ancient and aged day and nightly out of use and out of practice too, out of reasons to resurrect the l...
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I hate you. In a beautiful way, I hate you. And that's the best welcome I could muster. Love is such an angry word, I use it sparingly. It is the root of all destruction, Thrown about so casually. What is love? We no longer know. It has becom...
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I am a demon. Lost somewhere between your cerebrum and cerebellum. Within the splitting of a second, I am alone. Within the splitting of two, she is alone. She measured a cup of confessions, I dribbled them across the countertop. I fol...
Turning Around in Sleep Ridden Wa...
So im going to write this in the manner as if this time it meant anythingI stood so close to the rooftops edge that I did not feel as if I were going to fall, but floatOver the hill to my house we go in our evening gowns and fancy tuxedos like that o...
(elderly lost bones and organs)
elderly lost bones and organs slipping out of natural openings in the body slipping out of new openings in the body the body became too loose, left a trail of tiny pieces through the parking lot ancient stains on concrete stairs to the ...
I fled the convenience store when...
I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror I noticed my own lackluster appearance sleeves too long and collar flipped up, the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in t...
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I swallow the tears awayacid salivapain down to the stomachslow burn.absorbed into my bloodstreamtoxic death just waiting to consumetransfusion pointlesswaste not want not.I become the monster.the fire in my stomach welling up to my mouthfire breathi...
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Maybe tonight the hidden clouds will be my pillowthe stars burn for meand fear no dark.maybe tonight the earth will rock me back and forthgently to sleepaxis on a rocking chair.I pull the sunset sheets over my bodyand wrap myself up in the reds, purp...
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I will brave the cold bitter winds for you.just slip a piece of ice on your tonguelet it melt for a momentpucker up and blow.I will brave the cold bitter winds for you....
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"I do not think, therefore I am," declares the rigid simpletonwe question notwe believe it to be so, all the same.go with the flowwaist deep in the currentarms in front of you under waterhands flat, fingers touching, palms together as a prayerwater f...
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I feel myself aging every momentdecaying in this moment and from itI feel no second wind forming warning me to live or be lived aroundtossed aside, dust collecting on my shoulderholding no hope for antiquity but assured of recyclingcycles of life, li...
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oh woe is memy life is so hard and I have it rough.my house stays warm, my fire stays lit, my roof is leak proof in storms.who can live in those conditions?drinking water is at my wasting disposal for as long as I want in the showerand I cannot bear ...
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No I will not love you tonightYou bit me once already, dear.You made me angry enough to ignore youfor one hour, two hours, three hours, four.You love me? I love you not.Pick a petal, throw one, pick a petal, throw the whole flower.No I will not love ...
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what words flow when no passion pushes,where no emotion fuels,where no burning stomach forces?all torture has left the soul leaving a seemingly empty shellin which poets describe as hollowand geniuses ardently claim to possesstroubledin agonytortured...
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ashamedshamedharmedfeeling illfeeling nothingbecoming nothingnothing doing.It's not a matter of willpower but a will to remain powerlesshe who remains in agony asks for no help but screams out in demand and need.silently.it's like how you seem to hea...
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silver leverhand, raise the lever upwater spigot shakeswater, cold, flows.turn the lever to the westwarm water will come soon.dish tub fillingthe sound of a waterfall deafening my earsa splash here or there off the grimy spoons and platesdish rag at ...
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I wanna do peyote in the desert. I'll dance in the sand and touch the clouds. Wear fathers in my hair and sing songs about death and life. Whatever is ment to be will be torn from our throats. We'll devour the city, and whatever is left, we'll burn t...
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Devour my words, and digest my hate I'll forget about life and whatever is in your mouth I'll drink your soul, if you promise to drink mine Our minds will stir in the wind, and scare the civilians...
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Like Atlas I too carry the world on my shoulders Knees buckling beneath its crushing weight Unable to breathe without pangs of despair Punished for the sins of the father and mother....
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