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Like hot waves of fear expanding in the air
Dark petals on a wire feasting on bizarre flesh

Dead sands snowing on implacable nights
 
Frequencies of passion thrown over a cold neck
Beheadings of loners distanciated by space

Skulls of the disgrace: temptation and come back
 
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I don’t like mirrors; they whisper sweet lies
This skin-suit I wear to cover the ugliness inside: it is not me
I am a needle luring hay; a night promising day
I am charming like a sociopath; pretty like poison
 
When I blew the Easter bunny he knocked out my teeth with his cock
And I was like holy fuck that’s some serious rock and roll like a flock
Of seagulls that don’t have bad haircuts and make good music
Shit
 
It is only when I stop to think that more comes to me
and only when I stop thinking is when what came becomes more

I can only realize what has been done, and what was not realized always remains
an imprint in the future, the same as before.
 
third eye

party animals

stratos and farscape anals

aaaaaaah


for it is a human number


TNBOTB

999

anal jwh

oh women of the Earth

<3 <3 <3 <3

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE


<3
 
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Sweet nostalgia wraps me tightly like a baby at breast
This isn't the place I want to call home
Empty symbolism, unenthusiastic smiles, greetings that ask a question but demand no answer
This place is so shallow and cold..
 
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Wyvern absconding amidst artificial straight
Hyphen withstanding label before
Pylons are structural beams
Is what he said
 
quivering
Assholes
rippling
like
firecrackers
the
anus
of
eternity
absolute
and
uncompromising
howling
Ginsberg
style
forecasts
objecting
weather
the
flies
can
land
slide
to
retribution
 
Soliloquy by Muse the noun.

”How doth I become like a man in your ear? Thimble-sized or holographic, graphically misrepresented in the masses as two is to one. Perhaps it's all folly, I'm but written on parchment (and then only imaginarily).”
 
hydro's contributions in the first page are hilarious.

I do not have a toaster. In the morning, I make toast on a frying pan. I like to watch cartoons while I wait. I burn a lot of bread.
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At the end of long legs: gangly, grotesque feet. Supporting so much height and beauty. You'd suck those ugly toes if she let you.
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I love this thread.
 
There once was a man from Kentucky
who decided to move to up-state New York
something that rhymes with fucky
etcetera
 
Gravity eye and the wrinkled magician impatiently wait by the bay for the boundaries to dry up and seal the division cast shadows with light upon clay.
We haven't much time.
 
Euphoria
Oh glory
minds in brain dismorphiaaaa....
chemical balance gallant and gory
Mans molecule Dream
the heated up remains of a junkie scheme.
Lost its fine way....
chasing a molecule dream.
OH GLORY
Euphoria knows who it is.
A fine woman and a cheap dime
that people dabble in, time to time.
 
Bloody hat fart congeals aurally
Neck sausage feeds on tardy dreams
Plastic leftovers feed the dying
I. am. WEASEL!
 
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Bloody hat fart congeals aurally
Neck sausage feeds on tardy dreams
Plastic leftovers feed the dying
I. am. WEASEL!
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I spent a couple minutes swapping letters around trying to figure out if you meant to put this in the Spoonerism thread instead of this one. I'm still not sure. lol
 
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