

on thison this the last bubble bursts through to a world the size of a pen point as purified water in a shiny crystal glass slides smooth down sour sticky tongue to refresh a troubled mind bendendingon this
some say that when the rainbows
end - and even they do it do it- and all you've got is a gaping fleshless jaw and your so lovely stinks worse than the crotch of a disease-riddled whore then that's it though really
nobody says that and most bodies are too smart
to go looking to find out


Speak of ForeverThe infinities of every second Breathe life into nonexistence. If we went to the bottom Could we rise again? And what if we tunneled like maggots On the whiskers of rabbits And what if life was not alive? What then?Speak of Forever
All I can say is the pledge of allegiance To a country that brainwashes minds… Is it bad to prefer a little unobvious Dirt on the inside? And how do you go about cleaning the walls Of a prison of dirt; under the rug? Or another day by just okay Another day’s goodbye.
Scream to the song and another thing wrong I can’t


the edgefear is brought upon my soul, from waking heart to hellish toll. the instant breathed, breath hits glass and fogged gems reveal past kisses on an oracular window, absent even of crepuscular vision. affection drops like a pebble into one's black reflection, just to observe disturbed refraction, as ashes let into the sea drift on surf away from me. go ye now to the edge of the world where silver water falls into star-specked oblivion.the edge


kittenwhat drives the snow that spins round and round an aggravated kitten? - and settles soft on sensitive ears frozen white bittenkitten
through crying at the
dead tree door, nails torn and bleeding,
the kitten cuddles to icy drift and finds sanctuary in leaving.
grievous mew, last prayer for you - i care not where you lay, but will join in humble argument lest none plead thy sake.
fight against the sharpened cold, glacial death defy, and we'll warm our hands with the fire of hell or steal that
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