Hall Joust

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or like when you find hydrocodone in the cabinet, next to some expired codeine syrup, and you just cannot help yrself. the sickly sweet, the thickly quick heart beat that i have (just beneath or above my jeans

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pudding doesn't taste good without a little salt.

And if tears weren't for smearing, they wouldn't come out the face.

Heaviness as the balance between the weight of carrying and of putting down. As the uncertain creak of up or down in the teetering of dumb-waiters. The bias in the whole steering mechanis-mos includes the mountain roads with no guardrail but an overpowering sense of depth/death as well as the velocity that knows no fall because it only acknowledges "forward?" as indecipherable mesh of desire and order.