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BummerHer eyelids have a veneer of cobwebs and impatience and uncertainty.Bummer
She yawns as if she has swallowed a lion’s mane. She says that these
jokes aren’t very funny.
I am not here to make sense. I am here to sit awkwardly in the corner,
running my fingers along my gums. I am here to incite wonder over
whether or not I am retarded.
Listen, it doesn’t love. It only feeds.
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The apples on your tree of knowledge are over-ripened. You wonder idly
what this means and why. You wonder, idly. That is.
&nbs
by ~venividiexii
Over Bearing PrecedenceFriedrich walks swiftly by me in his dark overcoat and nods solemnly with that same twist of irony to his mouth. He always seems to me as if he is returning from a funeral, more particularly, a funeral of someone he did not much care for. As far as I can infer, his obligatory appearance at this occasion is never an act of compassion, but rather he goes about his grieving sarcastically.Over Bearing Precedence
I told him about this once, long ago, and he explained offhandedly that God had died, and he was merely performing his social duty of feigning despair. He appeared at once disillusioned and amused. Friedrich smiled his distorted smile.
by ~venividiexii
A Letter to LorelieDear Lorelie,A Letter to Lorelie
I keep on trying to write you a love story
but it never comes out right because either
someone dies or I end up using the word
“semen,” which, as it turns out, is not
terribly romantic. So I thought, this afternoon,
I’d pen you a love letter instead.
Oh, my lovely Lorelie. You know I would
write a million love letters for you, but they
tend to lose their grandeur in the medium of
e-mails, I think. Which reminds me…
remember when I use to IM you little love poems? Ah, but you’re never on AIM
anymore. Wel
by ~venividiexii
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Inhaleevening, relax and take some CipralexInhale
chest burst stomach butterflies aches
I just had to fail
dosed with this cause, green smoke and souls I exhale
I just started sinking in when I stopped all of this thinking on licking this morphine cone as we found ourselves
addicted and alone
transparent liquid, parents deeds with patterns that will surely lead mouths without a lid screaming from the nest "feed" bad karma sadistic trauma controlling it all
this cent I consume an acid like perfume I resume
I need to run but I just stall this life in terms of a jail
with
by ~Blk-snhitzel-magick
Boy, is my face red...
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- Favourite band or musician: The Velvet Underground. And some others.
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- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Ernest Hemingway, J.D. Salinger, Chuck Pallahniuk, Oscar Wilde. It goes on.
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