

RapidI dismember dreams so efficiently, you'd think for a living. I dismantle teeth because One can't masticate the truth. Sweet meats clog up my machines, screaming childish fallacies.Rapid
After three days of lucidity we're so muted. Marginalized. I've run out of exciting things to say. Every sentence runs so arbitrary, each one triter than the next.
She chokes me with your confidence, when you don't know the half of it. (Try flossing with thick lies until your gums are bloody pulp.)
Masturbate one's ego? There is no ego, there is no o


metamorphosisMetamorphosismetamorphosis
When your knuckles squeeze, alabaster, blood-flow blocking, pressure rising-- You are different from us. Teeth and tongue, like mortar and pestle. Some sort of windmill, grinding and crushing. I wonder what your plaque feels like, being grinded and crushed. Swallow your pride with everything else, there is no sugar for your spoonful
of miracle mercury. Hot lead boring holes in your bones, you leak marrow all over the bed. You leak blood all over your face as you're
grinding and crushing away.
Blot out the sun, with everythin


Punctuating SamenessHave you ever felt that? Warm pressure squeezing tight; the glands and sinuses- bleeding and oozing all that hate. And longing. And emotion that we can't possibly interpret by ourselves.Punctuating Sameness
Once, I shoved myself through this line of ambiguity that everyone was there to build, but not to see punctured so slow and eaten alive.
Like an orifice you'll never volunteer, your soul's sphincter- such innocuous words.
Penetrating so deep, one into another--folding together ...reminds me of Sick. Sweet. Slick. Dead. C
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Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools because they have to say something - Plato
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