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Rapid I dismember dreamsRapid by ~candyispretty
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.
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 one.
But you close my eyes in vain,
an insomniac.
Lid folds over iris--
Oh, ignorant umbrell
metamorphosis Metamorphosismetamorphosis by ~candyispretty
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 everything else--
one teaspoon of sweat to inoculate debt.
An ocean in every asinine drop, t
The One and the Other Two men alone, ankle-deep in a creek.The One and the Other by ~candyispretty
One killed the other and he fell to his knees.
As the other lay dying, the one stood crying,
when woman called out from behind an oak tree.
So he started to run, and he started to sob,
but he fell down again and he didn't get up.
The woman caught up to him and patted his head,
"Just tell me your name," she said...
"You're not a bad man," she said...
The following summer she became his bride,
dressed in all white and acting so shy.
She was given away by her brother, because
their father had died...
their father had died...
She got to the altar and took a hold of his hands.
He looked
Sta.sh
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