| I cried more about my lizard dying than I did my grandfather. |
darling dear.

away.you walked away hail in your steps andaway.
i stood with my heart still beating in my fingers watching you leave me blood seeped through my digits and i wondered why i had even tried; enumerations upon endless actions, trying to win you.
but then you came back and i thought that things
would heal up just right sew it together with
bright thread to keep us smiling hard. i even felt my heart begin to flutter
occasionally, it would resurrect
from its zombie existence and make me feel whole again.
i should have kno


happy? never.i wrote a poem about happiness in my past and it gave the impression i remained happy and i feel as though that would be a lie because my life is propped up on crutches and openhappy? never.
doors with no support, rotting beams
inside the house waiting to collapse.
happiness feels like such a fossil to me now because i can hardly
grasp the warm ebony of summer nights when i was joyful so long ago.
now i'm full of cotton that's covered in black blood, anti depressant taxidermy soaking in formaldehyde
spitting out my rotten teeth and


Impair.the bite of your anger is just waiting for the moon to handle the day I end which happens to mark frightening insecurities that I may beImpair.
stuck here with all the tragic broken necks and swollen
fingers. but maybe this time it's time to float on through the ceiling and into the chariot of fool's gold and time to fall into the air and snap back to reality
What if this year the world collapses upon itself from the nibbling of termites and we fall into that smooth and lovely slide towards the end of the earth?
hypochondriacs would predict that dream if they were ever

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Roses are red violets are blue when Generation DB comesout i'm gonna poon you!
Tis a whole shoot on Alice in 'Waterland!'
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Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere...
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And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you - Nietzsche
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Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere...
I need a scanner
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Plato is boring.....
GO TO YOUR CELL PHONE AND TEXT MEH BACK!
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And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you - Nietzsche
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