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Sand
It takes time to gather myself from here to there, and back. It does not always go well. Fear, I can mask, but not brittleness. Eroded cliffs, a beach I never asked to wash up on, I reach without grasping, getting caught in a loop... Its omniscience, so irritating, yet in beholding its creation, there is no other place to be. One day, it will wake, and find the pile of sand that was me.
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MTSM
Bar hostess manners, high intonation, are hallmarks of unescaped prey. The Devil's third wife is the original tea serving marionette, whose laughter is the lilt of warm slaps. Every morning they eat ambrosia; every night, each other. Flies imbibe the juices that run until they turn to candy. Candied flies and beads of sweat dot, dot, dot a surrendered landscape of ivory and coral, red moon and rain, bone and amber, larkspur and pine, resin in rivulets oozes... their dark concessions.
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Wet Clotheshorse
Crack diplomacy with a pencil skirt slink commences the overture. Gaussian curves, broadloom angles, take to task restraint. (Gone are the days of principled battles.) We indulge in one terminal dream. Pirates and prostitutes in the same doss... marking fathoms along the way. Inland flooding, flagellated shirtwaists drip dry on the shore of an unknown sea. Ablution, purgation, delirious parlor games for fiends, assholes, and those who know the difference between giving a man enough time and knitting a scarf in Hell.
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Deflower
Pull the sash away. Intuit the flower. Garner the sword. Demons quake in satin wallows, pitch black and blood warm. Pluck away the petals only if drinking the nectar. Intoxication finds the sword: sobriety possesses it. Gnashing maw or trembling lips, both are destined to part. Coiling from the crescent, snakes writhe toward water, famished yet true. Blossoms fall, their scent fills the air. Notch a branch in memory. Duelists at an impasse: Make love. -or- Go to Hell.
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Rind
Silence, as I slip off the edge, one fucked up premonition after another Choice: Stop proving them right. -or- Embrace them all. Open manifest, distorted means, dissonant ends Cackling, as I lie content with the consequences. Come morning, snake tongues will slither. Purloined horses will tread lightly. When heads fly over the ramparts, I'll hold up my shield for one and all, smiling as I die, jubilant in having known you.
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The Second Gate
Lovely heat, a swirling blue cacophony enshrined in art deco tile, unicorn rare or rare meat, prey signaling is seldom smart. A peculiar tingling occurs in proximity, nihilist communion, united oblivion, manifest dissonance. Engage the abyss at a constant. -or- Quit this gate.
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Consumption
Suck the marrow slow and impassioned hips arching toward heaven flesh is the deceit that begets hunger sweet demeanor [honey pot buffet] probed by wagging demon tongues twisting and writhing wrapping and binding infinite serpent coils luxuriate the synapses slither and strike once slither and strike again slither and strike eternally.
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Cook-zine of the Damned Issue 09 Cover
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Orange Cells
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Orange Mess
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Sand
It takes time to gather myself from here to there, and back. It does not always go well. Fear, I can mask, but not brittleness. Eroded cliffs, a beach I never asked to wash up on, I reach without grasping, getting caught in a loop... Its omniscience, so irritating, yet in beholding its creation, there is no other place to be. One day, it will wake, and find the pile of sand that was me.
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MTSM
Bar hostess manners, high intonation, are hallmarks of unescaped prey. The Devil's third wife is the original tea serving marionette, whose laughter is the lilt of warm slaps. Every morning they eat ambrosia; every night, each other. Flies imbibe the juices that run until they turn to candy. Candied flies and beads of sweat dot, dot, dot a surrendered landscape of ivory and coral, red moon and rain, bone and amber, larkspur and pine, resin in rivulets oozes... their dark concessions.
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Wet Clotheshorse
Crack diplomacy with a pencil skirt slink commences the overture. Gaussian curves, broadloom angles, take to task restraint. (Gone are the days of principled battles.) We indulge in one terminal dream. Pirates and prostitutes in the same doss... marking fathoms along the way. Inland flooding, flagellated shirtwaists drip dry on the shore of an unknown sea. Ablution, purgation, delirious parlor games for fiends, assholes, and those who know the difference between giving a man enough time and knitting a scarf in Hell.
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Deflower
Pull the sash away. Intuit the flower. Garner the sword. Demons quake in satin wallows, pitch black and blood warm. Pluck away the petals only if drinking the nectar. Intoxication finds the sword: sobriety possesses it. Gnashing maw or trembling lips, both are destined to part. Coiling from the crescent, snakes writhe toward water, famished yet true. Blossoms fall, their scent fills the air. Notch a branch in memory. Duelists at an impasse: Make love. -or- Go to Hell.
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Rind
Silence, as I slip off the edge, one fucked up premonition after another Choice: Stop proving them right. -or- Embrace them all. Open manifest, distorted means, dissonant ends Cackling, as I lie content with the consequences. Come morning, snake tongues will slither. Purloined horses will tread lightly. When heads fly over the ramparts, I'll hold up my shield for one and all, smiling as I die, jubilant in having known you.
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The Second Gate
Lovely heat, a swirling blue cacophony enshrined in art deco tile, unicorn rare or rare meat, prey signaling is seldom smart. A peculiar tingling occurs in proximity, nihilist communion, united oblivion, manifest dissonance. Engage the abyss at a constant. -or- Quit this gate.
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Consumption
Suck the marrow slow and impassioned hips arching toward heaven flesh is the deceit that begets hunger sweet demeanor [honey pot buffet] probed by wagging demon tongues twisting and writhing wrapping and binding infinite serpent coils luxuriate the synapses slither and strike once slither and strike again slither and strike eternally.
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Cook-zine of the Damned Issue 09 Cover
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Orange Cells
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Orange Mess
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misalignment
our hearts became a pair of unsynchronized clocks a time-bomb never meant to detonate; i fell in love then you fell in love but it just wasn't with each other
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found hour
two becomes one nothing to see now it is done
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Romero Enters Zell
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Hand 3.0
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Waiting for the supper
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les berceuses ivres (collab)
hesitation comes with intoxication, dangerous fingers and knobby knees tucked close, a hibernation under triggers and tangents, canceled subscriptions and a failure to commit liquor talks with a lisp and stutters at the thought of your bare body beneath the bar lights, a trail of wineglass shards and a swimming pool of chardonnay sip and synapse, betrayal is never just fine, so tell me a story, honey wrap me up in your paper thin skin of beauty and perfection sprinkle your half-slurred words into my open ears until your chest feels as empty as this bottle teach me how you measure love against loneliness; show me the differences between
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Neon forest
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Sunken Library
Sere pages decay bathtub-born resident --logical greeting.
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