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“I did it all for you, to slip past Death the Lie I sung it all for you, to watch the stone tears cry I lived it all for you, ...

Siren's Song Drift ever closer ye bearer of pain. Long to remember life before shame. Bound to foe's tinder upon whore-witches name. Hubris, rash words; both we can tame. Home ...

I trudge the sludge of finite life whence ether was adorned; with both fudge and grudge in sight of strife hence never to ebb mourned... ...masses give and masses take ...

Lip ends curl in feint-wrought joy I'll feed you through this plasticized ploy Eat this, Wicker Man bright the gleam of your ribs pleases the night Surely you can't breathe ...

"Forget You!", screamed behind hand Your so nineties, I direct to your hand Are you afraid of the dark? Or just boy bands? Barred clichés suppressed by Gak in hand ...

"Buckle up sweety," you lace through the smoke. Don't pretend to protect pruned lungs you invoke. I cradle myself in (The perfect little gent), don't flatter yourself, you're a friggin' ...

Black box, jack box, lend me your ear; and I'll keep twirlin' despite my fear. Dark box, stark box, loan me your nose; 'round and 'round the shiny crank goes. ...

Of Pigments And Protons The light caged in your eyes is released, spun of glass and liquid in shape. Its texture is ethereal and it tastes of Argon. As Noble ...

Calling card in the gutter, free samples used as fuel. Evermore this engine sputters feeling heavy, a paperweight jewel. The spiraling phone cord relays messages, lost in thought like wine ...

EDIT: New version is a few posts down EDITEDIT: Officially current version is here: . .. ... .. . Fallacy In Formal Wear Crack a cap, to slip it back; ...

Your draped arms frame mine: (alive with bedside fallacies) the perfect picture of tragedy. Haunting eyelid pantomime-- (To forget to forgive Christianity) --Strung with your form, I dreamt to see. ...

Fallopian seams trace vas deferens dreams through latex whispers and clammy thrust screams; A coat hanger prelude to this Misoprostol sigh begs hormone comforts: ‘Live’ essence must die. Knitting

Freckles trace the trail[ing place] At stead where tip meets lid[lash grace]. Crest of fingerprint[embrace] Ear-tip-to-cheek-hid[en chase] where Finger And freCkle collidE

Whetstone dance on dinner-knives To receive my guests so wholly; They should’ve heard, in my eyes A pallid affair unholy. Smacking lips, cracking hips Percussions from the side. Slacking grips, ...

You’re hiding in my finger-folds. So it’s longingly that I stroke this window pane, (Spun of glass and marred by UVs and Usees) How long before your air runs out?

Your cavities and fork-tongued smiles trace out the frosting, peeling through layers, searching for the whore (cramped and as anxious as you) huddled in the inside hollow, her chapping lips ...

Penetrate. My plasticine nose tip deep through this once-white carpet; drilling into that woven-fiber wall, which oh-so-pretentiously shields my lungs from the CO2 when Earth exhales. Absorbing (absol

“But the cotton’s alight, dear, and you’re much too charred to take that test.” Pencil’s down, time’s up. My answer, (scrawled in secretion against your stretched out skin) is the ...

“Honey, there’s no control in this alt delete” A roadside waterbed; gravel conforms to your contours and colors as Beelzebub is streaming, live. There’s ample acridity in my leftover longings ...

Tell me, where's the Rhyme Minister to this: Your Royal Tragedy? in some pockmarked alleyway, swapping lies with the pot puffing poets. a new policy, penned of acrid smoke and ...

and as the ceramics reflect in two meanings, I laugh along i. Oh, how promiscuously has this giant slept. In roadside ditches, with off-pavement glare tattooing his eyelids red, or ...

“Skin as porcelain? More like rubber, my pet, peeling away as tires do.” And it’s a pale epidermis, borne of moonbeams and blunt objects, both to bleach and beat the ...

Atrophy For Lovers, Amorphy For Others. Steal my breath at gunpoint, CO2 for your finger-knit sack. Pawn it off, pull it out in lungfulls; (oxidized and in your eyes) this ...

EDIT: sorry about that, it's back now. Love Is Blue and-I-fell-in- .....with gasping breaths and crucifix arms thrown wide. Sodden clothes as magnets to a sea bed I'm just dying ...

Weighting On Sir Real (It Was The Butler, In The Lounge, With A Broken Picture Frame) Curling wicks of candles, caked in colored wax. Count them to your lucky number; ...

Is it possible that you hate yourself, have to, only to counteract how much you’re loved? Tears! Melt-in-your-mouth and musical, run into your rum; a mug held between teeth, between ...

Hello, Hel. Read this in bathroom stalls and shopping malls, aloud (it's meant as much for them as you). Existence not so much existential as exit-bent Simply put, ---Freud's a ...