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Take from me this,
all and everything
and I will grant you
endlessness. My life,
my blood, my sins;
and take it by the
neck. Clasp your
hands deep into
his chest; and bury
your fangs between
his legs.
This kind of hunger starves the blood
This is all nonesense
they hang behind your door
and you wash your hands with lye
Take it down
I will
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ITS SUFFOCATING
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Come once a day to suffocate the sight.
Econtra permits nothing, struggle as we might to survive her ways of thinking. We resemble her misery and spite and anger, because she gives us no choice about it-Not with these cuffs, no...She threatens and suffocates and binds and ensnares and bribes and tricks us all into wholesale emulations of her ways.
and yet hands, hands growing out of pictures,
hands crawling out of the walls,
hands that excite oblivion,
like a wind ..
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Tell me more ~
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The soft enchantments of our years of innocence
Are harvested by accredited experience
Our fondest memories soon turn to poison
And only oblivion remains in season.
I guess the question is which are we? Do we submit to our fate readily? Are we dragged screaming? Or are we the sickness that plagues her from within? Nothing to do yet. Patience, yes. Tolerance, breathe through the walls-Henh henh henh...
Scream not, flail not, it accomplishes nothing.
Econtra is our new reality.Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest-thought, action-is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
Throwing chunks of raw meat at people in the common grounds always makes me feel better. And Akazukin ChaCha of course.
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Beyond, you are intensely beautiful.
Only the spoiled meat. The good meat would be a waste save for a select few, of course.
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The more it smells and the more it splats, the better.
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