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Inside :because it's cold out:I had a dreamInside :because it's cold out:
no ordinary dream, with smoke screens and haze (It belonged in the back of my mind)
This was a cocoon, with bleached colors and silken thread I was the larva
It was warm inside, there was no door to let in the draft. It was calm inside, the walls we're so damn thick. It was small, but it was mine, all mine.
Burning upToday the heat got to me.Burning up
I saw that warmth is doled out in waves; I saw it swimming through the grass.
Humming with crickets and their legs A high and kneading noise. I mistook it for the hollow wail of
a jet engine, whose pitch is breaking &n
The color of limbo"The states of nothing should have an official color." Rang out the schoolmarm with perfectly packaged pronunciation.The color of limbo
"Why, what ever color shall we chose?" Declared the Southern bell of yore, in all her sophisticated sounding splendor.
"We live in non-existence, our home is nothing more then...not" Murmured the wizened Mage, with clear conceptions confirmed.
There was no color to choose from in the void of un-reality, like a pocket of well earned ease, simple in its mindless status of bliss.
un-focused
his musicThere is something so horribly obscene in this music; A wanton need for passion without pleasantries That causes one’s heart to burst with pleasure on impact. With tension that stretches the heartstrings Into a life of their own, in tandem to the world. And breathy airs, achingly sweet, that calm the nerves As swells and sprays of sharper feelings Relent momentarily in their attacks. And as it questions itself, through momentary progressions In minor suspicions, there lies the plot of life; It’s ardor is so soothing and careless And potent in consequencehis music
That all who fin
cafeA surgeons binary: licks eye-petals to scale a penitent coffee pot.cafe
Fattened with coiled jelly and iron Frisbee’s he sits on dead carbon fight-boxes.
he scalpels midnight raptors to view a choir of apricot testicles (hosted in brine egg shells)
his codeine effervesces to wake seaweed hair and lipid-tendon and it sperms a staple to a choleric camera
and ocean-toothbrushes burst a dogs head.
And we are done!
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