incest

i am dead. you are dyin'. eat the bread. smash the good china. pluck the plumage. dumbo's flyin'.

..because yr better than jesus, dear.

fuck.

the pusher.

i think i could accept all these dark colors
as just part of some bigger color scheme
if it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness
underscoring each smiling scene
desire drags me right out of myself
a gas-soaked rope tied to a piece of coal
and i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
while the flames rip along the sand...
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how does it feel?

take me now!

sun shines in the bedroom when we play. the rain it always starts when you go away...

gungun...

oh old man.
oh dear.

...deathless.

dear angel,

i haven't seen you since my twenty second birthday & now it is my thirty third. i still am not ever certain that i have any direction in my life that i have asked for & i'm am also certain that i never will unless of course i sprout wings. which brings me to what you said to me the very first time...
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i'll get you a glass of w-w-wa-wah-whot-water.

she's in there going...

"everything else has been put away, put away, put away, put away...now hang up yr coat." x twenty.
she chants, "we're settled in, settled nicely in, settled yep settled in."

come over & listen. apt. 533.

tradesies boy you are a real sonofabitch dear i haven't sea legs to stand on slipping off yr thinker pluck me off my feet put me down hang me in the noontime so i see sunshine blind my eyes i make you flowers to keep calm to touch yr bleeding hands to kiss yr skull yr body is that temple you sail through those halls...
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