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Lost Face down on his chalk mattress, ghosts. A head of blood soaked seaweed hair covers a baron expression on a dead face. One bleached eye has used its last rushed blink, the other however, has taken the time to create a library of memory in the single catching of this dulled amber light. It stinks in here, a thousand take-aways and a thousand more empty nights with empty bottles. The rest of his body hidden by a lazy decorative blanket. Revealing though, his tortured feat, they are looking for somewhere to go. Each poker chip blister narrating a story of its own, in a poisoned tongue. I only wish I could hear. A lone nicotine in

Grenades and toilet seats My needle teeth, grinding the turtle grid grenade nestled in my jaw. I spit it as a sour grape, hitting the tiled floor with a red bounce, intimidating the innocent porcelain floor with its cold, livid heart , and me with its power. Too much power. My own putrid vomit spilling between my split lips into an unknown toilet. Burning my arse-hole throat. Mocking my idle vibrating wretch. And that perfect pin that separates me from death, however, is beginning to form itself as a thorough competitor to this apparent life. I do indeed dismiss this power, leaving in a drunken state. Hovering back into the room. Y

The Rape of the Erudite The sea of glass mingles with fire in a seismic mantle crunch, screams of vociferous acid surge through my ethmoid sinus; white robed and hexaped in flight "behold, I come as thief". A mirror performs as harlot in catatonic intercourse "I sit on many waters, lure great nations into black lips and absorb their archetypes". A large centipede penetrates, mutilated in fragments, coiling within my throbbing proboscis while a hundred legs astern scrape and ascend my face; its venom floods my nasal cavity in caustic hallucinogenic syrup. A plague of phoenix, charred avian black, bubbles for twelve vector miles in a hundred m

{-It-was-a-code-}               -(brackets)(and barbed wire)                                                                   &  (wild flowers) =+To keep them quiet+=                                        #[To keep us dim]# *-Pacing a grey cage-* with/stars/in/our/eyes/ ------------------------------------->we got lost--------------------> =in the wires= in our connections... || They direct our sciences with lights. ||

grey ghost faces wind screams soft grass blades puncture machete twigs thunder whore nature politics mass murder few shield secrets found piano spooks kittens migrate higher ground leaves stir disease bones mend fractures chemist cries faint wake sharpen fog