violets-2 he asked if she was talking to the violets, and she knew he was kidding, but she also knew that he was right, or as close to being right as he could possibly be without knowing things about her that nobody knew.violets-2
in her way, she was talking to them, as she played her fingers delicately against the edges of their night-sky petals, imagining that they could cut through her with their very beauty. staring into their white hearts, she imagined the crimson soul of her seeping and pooling in their centers.
she saw twisting gypsy beings, formed of shadow
toyI forgot the laws of motion, and I ask myself, while rocking, for gratitude or greatness with my hands over my ears for the faint of heart and faithless. I ask myself, while blocking out The sun with my own fingers. I ask myself, with jealousy for the etiquette of kings.toy
oh, we worship scientists with answers. oh, we want to be the tallest statues.
OceanYou wanted me to look you in the eye, you said. Ever contrary, I screwed myself shut tighter. I sewed my mouth with seaweed. I wouldn't pull you into the depths I call my home. "You can see the sky! Don't you want to see the sky?!" I would have said these things, but it wouldn't have been fair. I've been called something like a siren, so I dare not sing to you.Ocean
Someone skipped inside, made a nest out of your fingers, and promptly fell asleep. I hope I'm not being mean. I imagine chirping in the mornings--Heaven knows that's more than I can do. Call off the tide, I muttered. A reminder to myself.
I live under rocks, a
Mad Hatter(1)Mad Hatter
Once upon a time, there was a Carter, called a hatter, and if he is ever mad, then would certainly be the time to say so. "The time never stopped!" he cries constantly, with tired enthusiasm, always ready to change places. Did he get bored? The readers wonder, watching him sporadically switch. Every time he sat again, faced a different face, and still time will pass. Tragic? Not quite, for he might yet commit a crime. Eventually, he was executed--there's been an eternal foreshadowing. Keep trading places, we tell him. He could evade it with every new view, but he was still caught between tics.
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Th
darlingdarling, they killed your boyfriend last week but, oh, it doesn’t matter all those nights you spent alone like he was another person your house gets so cold when we board up the windows baby, your breathing becomes a chore we watch you watching whores on the street with greedy eyes you defiled their bodies imagine that everything’s right pretend to ignore the lonely old men who pay for their pleasures to leave you in the cold we saw your eyes watch them strut you want to be them, you want them to beat you, make youdarling
film lessoneventually the diabolical ways will vanish from what we’ve all seen as is capable of accomplishing life is less is love is loss.film lesson
descending corroding collapsing misfortune eroded sandblasts meet extra-pay others at impossible failures deflowered disasters.
i feel. i collapse.
i destroy in sunshine viewed by tourists’ cameras.
theatre hellfire entrails.
gangrenous masses return to Managua for the eventual refrain after days of germ warfare propel towards the uncommon dream eating a
take a good lookwell, here i am just sitting here, like i would sitting here, a monstrous creature laying myself open but cold unfeeling but greedy, jealous, wanting, a mammoth lecherous slob hiding behind a pair of glasses and the poem crude, dark and stale unbelievably uncomfortable uncomfortably unbelievable a hedonist beneath Christ Buddha &ntake a good look
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If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT. -Frank Zappa
REPO! the Genetic Opera [link]
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If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT. -Frank Zappa
REPO! the Genetic Opera [link]
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If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT. -Frank Zappa
REPO! the Genetic Opera [link]
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RUN, rabbit, run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is done
don't sit down, time to dig another one
steps taken forward
and sleepwalking back again...
encumbered forever by desire and ambition
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*OoOoo.
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*OoOoo.
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If you wind up with a boring, miserable life because you listened to your mom, your dad, your teacher, your priest or some guy on TV telling how to do your shit, then YOU DESERVE IT. -Frank Zappa
REPO! the Genetic Opera [link]
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~Kat
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my mom -------> [link]
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