fumblei spin in what's left of the bathwater, shaking hands fumbling every thought.fumble
my fingers have become bigger. they are clumsy, plump and
sweating, overturning words
and entangling tunes, symphonies
turned car accidents; watch as the wreckage burns.
my back has become sloped. it is vaulting, a valley of nostalgia, of empty promises and
disappointment. i layer sweater after sweater overtop, does it hide? does it hide?
my mouth has become swollen. my tongue is dry and fat, filling every corner, pushing meaning and words
Piano Teeth The telephone rang three times, echoing in the huge, hollow room, before it was picked up on the fourth ring by a slim hand. “Charles! Charles, by God, you finally picked up!” The man named Charles winced. “Adam, there’s no need to yell.”Piano Teeth
ashes ashesIn theory, we could stand in line in Costco forever, waiting for others to move until the flesh rots off our bones and drops with a heavy sound into the dust green basket.ashes ashes
In theory, we could read every book ever written, picking mistakes from pages with red pencil crayon like spiders sucking juices out of paralyzed, glazed flies.
In theory, we could nail our hands to the pavement, slip thousand pound rings on fingers shrivelled with waiting.
In reality, in reality: ashes ashes we all fall-
it's okay to eat fish
This looks... hilarious
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Glory glory hail Cthulhu
Glory glory hail Cthulhu
Glory glory hail Cthulhu
His arms will rape your mom
i suppose
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We all want a part in the Big Conversation.
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We all want a part in the Big Conversation.
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(I play with rhymes, but never reason.)
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~Sukisyo The Princess Prince~
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