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sleep is a dream that i dream i could have ( Read more... ) -
i bet monica lewinski had a mouth like a megaphone
no one watches the watchman ( Read more... ) -
me, existentialism and our one night stand.
the only urban legend i've ever heard is the one about a beautiful golden orb sinking slowly and majestically into the sea.
the sun doesn't set, it crashes, like a rented tuxedo into a pre-dawn street light serenade. it massacres the marine life and sets the reef-building process back millennia.
and i hear their
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whispers
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labyrinth, archer, mariner (i'm not hugging myself, i'm choking) and sirens: Botticelli still life
it's true that i'll lay with you ( Read more... ) -
empty sockets looking through empty sockets
at night i hear them;
waves of skeleton hands crashing against my windows
I am drowning in bodies
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all of my leaves have scurvy.
these aren't veins they're branches
these aren't arms they're branches
i'm not me i'm her:
I. extensions of color
V. slowly weathered subsistence -
return service requested
hair of the dreamer
my nights are similarly afflicted
too many canine growls stretch my days from points to lines,
pull my bottom lip over my head and make me swallow my own transience
i know what it means when the phone wires bend toward me
i know that reality resumes the second my head hits my pillowTHESEcnodInotICEdtheslipkNOTattheendofherthin