badsleepwell

Know answers no answers. The thing to remember is that there are no answers waiting for you in death. If you havent figured it out by your untimely demise, theres no explanation waiting, no last minute surprise. No call from the governor, no last minute pardon, just plucked like the rabbit steals cabbage from the garden. I say this as pabst the screen flickers last...
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I've grown tired of lies by the fire
and as the flames have rippled up my
armourish attire
whisper whisper barmy sonnets
like an absinthe drinking choir
to my slowly melting eyeballs
dipped in wax and cleaned with lysol
for your flawless condescention
your sharpened tongue bad attention
force feed me health food lessons of
bad behaviour prevention
til I'm filled with watery doubt retention...
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I'm standing on a platform of strangers in an unfamiliar town watching the train start to pull away from the station with all my friends aboard, shouting bon voyages and hanging out the windows tears fly from faces as the thing picks up speed hankies swiffer back to me a dusk my nose with familiar sense casual conversations and laughter beer sweat and cigaret diner...
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That very mourning I forgot to smile at the bus driver. The self same driver that keeps me smiling sunny daze when the rainclouds won't stick around. Have you scene commercials for that new sunblock that makes your skin look like different colors? You know, for parents of kids who think sunglasses and melonoma just isn't enough... So I forgot to smile and say g'mourning...
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It doesn't change much, leaving your body behind. At least, it didn't for me. My thoughts still run off with the mouth. My current, more corporeal form remains as much of a mystery as my previous incarnate (like, where did I get this lifetime of scars? Who's genes did I inherit for the way I drink in bars? Which model did I follow to make...
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Suddenly the sidewalk and it all goes to a mess. Passerby rubbernecking, cop shouts windmill long arm laws, children squealing like they untied the gossamer ribbon to a pus filled christmas. All the while my redrum oozes out to meet and greet the crusty shit bird stains, the blackened boot braille gum smear tongue whores, the deformed post cigaret posteriors eking out their last breath...
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Wretched scummy bedbugs gnawed at my toenails, themselves overdue for a clipping. Her apartment wist alwis filthy in this manner, esp. the bed. Voices droned on and on about nothing. I had forgotten her taste for bland talk radio. Curtis and Kuby. Rush.Even Imus in the mourning, She said it helped insulate herself against idiocy befour she even stepped foot from the place, which she...
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Eyewis lost inner ides, swimming the backstroke inner loverly emerald oculars, lost in the hallways of her dementia turning the corner to face morre corners and all... I had been stuck in thisituation for some time -- since we met athe club two hours hence when she parted the smoke as if it were a curtain and joined me in my booth, crowding my White...
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The doors of the bullet train clamped shut silently, cutting a Venusian brand infant carrier neatly in half. The caretakers, a pair of siamese wolfwomen, shrieked, snarled and spit to no avail as the train pickt up speed and the station lights vanished behind. They smacked several times at the emergency brake, but everyone knows those things are just painted on (except them I guess)....
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eyam: a youth not beautiful, not brilliant, not industrious, not good, not kind, not even ambitious, given to excesses and confusions, thrown between melancholy and random violence, between the cold mire and the hot flame, between curiousity and apathy, between humility and self-love, between yesterday and tomorrow
eye like: danger
curse: Punctuation
eyam looking four: adventures

Eyam: twenty two. skinny as the third rail (just over a hundred pounds of Zap! Pow! Zing!). vegan(is that why you're so skinny?). an inveterate liar (learning, slowly and painfully, from my many, many, many, many mistakes). a slow learner. a patron of the arts (disposable income goes to comic books and records). a night person.

Eyam into: filling space with words, giving people pause,...
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