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um, this is the shit i scrawl when i need it.it is none too good oh well.tell mewhat you think if you get a chance. asphalt pretty plastic mini-malls and 6 buck-o-night motels. many many many rows of dimly gleaming asphalt civilazation, all zip off in blurs of progress!......... stop at the next stop its not our destination-- its how we get there or how fast or what you see thru the scratchy plexi-glass? d.R.I.P feel the caress on your powder white face quickly as touch metamorphosize to daggers dripping with ruby fear can you smell it? are you real......... kick I heard a kick, woke in daze. soon after remembered; i am a dream. left it at the clinic, some nurse held my clammy hand he was, was he a good man? i may have named her Quinda, never understood the art of mistake until she hit the floor. my soul stiffens, slips, laying in a pool of dirty blood on a cold table surrounded by white. i feel a pressing touch, this the goodbye.......... thats gone for good. 13 toy clock that was our love, has finaly struck 13. the screws you loosed are nice and tight. ive found the marbles i had misplaced behind your nacreous eyes. while im afraid ive lost in the passing of time, the dog you likes so much. dizzy dewdrip anthem smell of death in your eyes. you are wrong! beauty is no crime. glitter is. let me spread to death my shimmery wings and fly. dizzy dizzy dizzy Die the monrachs magesty spirals to down, to dusk to die a dusty death. sniff it away into our perfume,drenched,tissues i miss you i smell it once again. drain me of my blood and bones. needles pierce my prickly thorn bedded concience. drip drip drip Die.... blood beads my fuzzy wrist trickles my arm holds itself to eager mouths to die my monarchs dewy death. Queen tiptoeing through the garbage left on the street (obviously) for me to clean. A bathroom at the gas station smelling of joints and piss, edges me to the cold ground; in violent sobs of rage killed. Dingy green linoleum covers an old slate-gray mess that was mine,all mine. they dont want me, im just one of them. what? someone notice my third eye? a penalty fit for punishment,indeed, sent to the pissed up mens room to inhale the scentse of pity sobbing, i miss you.......... I am the pixie paperdoll disguised as G.i joe with the sweat beaded bandana. I gots my owns, a flag football game in my tummy. A pixie gone bald, still got my skinny knees, showed off by the pleated skirt i got teased for in grade school. replaced by a spiked collar given by them to thier aborted fetus. thats that, linoleum and piss await my very own pixie palace, so not to bother you ill tiptoe......back. | ||||||||||||||||
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intentions perfume turn to face the setting sun, it burns into my eyes awakens sorrows breath to yield my souls demise. sink into the angels mire, of scorn and hate and lust, soon pass away to nothingness, dance freely mongst the dusk. countless eras passed away to share my mindless gloom. each,devils intentions, concealed beneeth perfume. behind a glass,nightness summons me to dance with visions gold, each a promise of my fate all misfortune untold. i awakened by my sight, must becon night to flee, as i return to nothingness slowly ceace to see........... pinky,plastic,monk,fish Love no more a dream, Love no more a sparrow. clockwork,...perfect. tinroof,...disturbing. monks in rubber robes chant of plastic fish tails in trailor tanks, damsels in distress? must need a new apron s'bout time for an oil change. don'cha think? an hour too late for pink flamingos, my undying______the raven...... | ||||||||||||||||
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abort me waiting room white walls the doctor a cold table the choice a decision an insturment soft sounds smell of death Ouch! it hurts not to worry its over now lay and rest other moans leave the room looking at the cieling touching an empty womB commiting murder helpless and scared the silent scream of terror never ever heard feeling the guilt getting off the table the doors swing shut lightening strikes dead dearest god, what have i done. | ||||||||||||||||
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