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flies hiding under
the chicken carcass

every day
the grass gets longer
it's up to my waist, now
cutting it
would be
like aborting a teenager
my neighbours exploit their disabilities
I exploit my intellect
the fence
might as well
be a mirror

every day
my neighbours hide
under the chicken carcass

every day the fence gets longer
it's up to my waist, now
exploiting it would be
like exploiting their disability
I abort my refletion
intellect might as well be teenage

the fence gets longer
up to my waist
every refletion
exploiting my intellect
I abort disabled teenagers
exploiting their would-be likes
it might as well
it's now: day

the chickens hiding under carcass flies
entropy does children's parties
atrophy mass media
my social hernia
oozes contempt
into my bloodstream

every day the grass gets longer
every day it gets harder to cut
 
A desperate witch,
I try to conjure magic,
Spells to change everything back,
To how it was before,
A mission of misery,
Never to be fulfilled,
Undisciplined examples of,
Wizardry,
Corrupted by the quest,
For love.

She liked the most bizarre,
The ornaments of odd,
I've penned for her so many,
Many many songs,
That she has never sung,
I close my eyes, and
Lick my lips, I can see
Personified perfection.

They told me,
Not to toy with it,
As I bounced it from
Paw to paw,
Like a yarn ball,
For a kitten,
But I didn't listen.

Now, I watch the gasoline vapors,
As they dance above,
The boards of our wooden floor.
 
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"Marrow?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Bone marrow, sir. For the la-dy perhaps."

"Oh, I see. No thank you."

"Finest marrow you'll ever know. Have a little taste."

"Really, that's not necessary."

"Just smell it, sir. Go on. I ain't lying."

"I'm sure that it smells lovely-"

"Don't be sure of nothing you don't know for sure."

"What I mean to say is-"

"Go on. Just a little taste."

"No, thank you. I-"

"What about blood?"

"Blood?"

"Bile, then."

"Bile?"

"Jesus. You're a tough customer, mister."

"No, I-"

"Let's talk organs."

"But-"

"You want a spleen?"

"I-"

"I'll cut it out while we're walking. Real subtle, like."

"Wait-"

"Keep moving. Don't look down. Act natural."

"Please-"

"There you go, one spleen."

"..."

"Put it in your pocket for Christ's sake!"

"..."

"Twelve dollars. Thank you. Okay, what else do you want?"

"..."

"Excuse me a moment. Bone marrow, Madame? Marrow for the lady?"
 
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Maybe I'm not ready to stand up,
That's why I keep falling down,
A simple little mission,
Turns into an extravagant undertaking

There's talk of evil lurking close,
Somewhere around us, in the shadows,
I can't see it,
Though, sometimes I hear it speak,
I feel weak to admit it,
But it scares me to my bones.

When I decide, I trip over,
This can't be unintentional,
They talk of fate and destiny,
Someone is writing my chapters,
And I still cannot see,
Anything beyond me.
 
Though we stumble through jungles,
Rip our way through vines,
We have conquered many quests
Together, our conjoined minds,
I'm not sure about what happened,
Perhaps I'll never know,
No doubt something painful,
A sharp abdominal blow,
I'll forget it ever happened,
I have done as so before,
When question of our future,
Came knocking at the door,
Though everything good may crumble,
And fall on broken lines,
We still stick to each other,
Like paper does to glue,
As sick as it may be,
I like this,
About me and you.
 
Here is a mind dump, not quite sure what if anything to make of it:

I draw peculiar circles with a marker, on my wall. My mind ticks and tocks like a grandfather clock. The room is dark, the shadows are moving again. And there is a knock at the door. "Come in.", I say. And then I hear a hiss. An unnatural sound, otherworldy. The door creaks and shudders, as whatever lies on the other side barges up against the modest wooden door. I wonder what I have gotten myself into. Though the shadows dance around the room like puppets of the dark, I can still make out my room. Albeit, somewhat vaguely. The rattling and scrattling continues at the door. I'm half naked, lying on our bed - and my other half is no where to be found. "Boom! Boom!", the door seems to speak instead of just making sound. All around the room are the ornaments of my days. A treasure trove of glory. Perhaps, I have gone mad. As, I try to ignore the door. The evident sound of metal snapping in two, with that awful zingy twang. I shift my body somewhat, more to the side of the bed. And then, I swear upon my mother's grave, this creature it began to talk.

"Even castles of diamond crumble, dear child."

It sqwuaks this with some otherworldy attempt at wisdom.

And then conciousness began to fade.

I awoke in some kind of prison. As you would define a prison, by four walls. It was cold and I could feel the moisture in the air.
 
euphoria lifts me through ceiling tiles
..................................................I sit
..................................................on top
..................................................of the world
 
--.[easy].--./living\.--.[this].--.\way/.--
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,we.,have.,no.,choice.,.,.,.,.,.,

--'\poison/'-'[sauce]'--'/every\'-'[day]'--
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,we.,have.,no.,choice.,.,.,.,.,.,

...................(holocaust)...................
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,spectacular!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
 
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Knives & Forget-Me-Nots

You're a page in a book,
Written in a language,
That I cannot read,
Archaic little symbols,
So unfamiliar to me.

Do you care that I'm alone?
When you sleep the nights away,
So very far from home,
You, also alone.

I kissed you, and you kissed back,
I lied to you, and
You lied right back.

Who would've ever thought that,
We'd stab each other,
In the back?

Rusty blades,
Dripping with the blood,
Of our love.
 
my linguistic phallus
my vocabular flesh
my naked words

trespassers will
be penetrated
compromised
bastardized
sodomized
assaulted
molested
infected
injected
mislead
lied to
and
shot

fuck your comfort zone
fuck your brain
fuck your so-called words
 
what more then

letters scatter and make up thoughts

in the form of your words

humble is the jellyfish in air

out of water
 
my paramedic brother came round to lecture me about being a junky. three hours later, he's asleep. this is what i have to say.

ego for yolk
he insists on sunny side up

breakfast is best
served cold

we negotiate
with myself
 
And here I find myself.

My brother is alseep in the next room. Seated as if awake, yet snoring nonetheless.

He had, obliged as he was, told me I had stop doing drugs.

He also asked me for cocaine.

And I obliged.

So here I find myself.

Checking the doorframe.

Expecting, at any minute,

To explode into hell

terrified of my
inability to
ignite
 
ForEverAfter said:
--.[easy].--./living\.--.[this].--.\way/.--
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,we.,have.,no.,choice.,.,.,.,.,.,

--'\poison/'-'[sauce]'--'/every\'-'[day]'--
.,.,.,.,.,.,.,we.,have.,no.,choice.,.,.,.,.,.,

...................(holocaust)...................
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,spectacular!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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lol
oh yes!
you just took it to whole new level with that one, buddy....
 
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