

Tell, me baby.Here's what I remember: Your knuckles between my ribs And the air turning dark blue where you Exhaled all your goddamn Nitrogen - carbon monoxide And I choked On the color of your bruised little bird neck And sunk my teeth into your Adams apple A perpetual sinner I'm throwing your words in The nile, while I wait to become an artifact, too.Tell, me baby.


Version 2.0Upon Ascending to Heaven The other man in the moonVersion 2.0
We meet a man at a fair and he is wearing a shirt that says Jesus Freak, only he doesn't mean it in the way that Elton John does.
"I am the Anti-Christ" I tell him, eyes rolling waywardly in my sockets, tangled snake hair sticky with cotton-candy sick.
I think that he believed me.
After that, we ride the Ferris wheel, and I won't open my eyes -not even for one second. I'm too afraid that we've floated up past the metal bars and are far away in space.
Somewhere near Saturn, probably.
Somewher


This is what the devil doesI'm begging you: Get up, and change the track But you've got a cough Or a scream building in your Black lungs and my legs are slowly Sinking into yours And so we watch and wait for The blue smoke to dissipateThis is what the devil does
"I need a drink." "I need a drink, now."
It can never be my fault How you sewed your gums together Bits of string and wire And told me how it hurts
to keep your teeth together Your body is electric, Too much time asleep, you say And Darwin never thought too much of us, anyway.
"and this is what the devil does"


kalopticIkaloptic
I can't find the
Right letters on the Pads of my fingertips
I am waiting for my hands to
Become something
Painters, pianists I spend all my days Pounding keys anyway.
II
I will never be good at telling you that I don't feel anything when I read What you've written.
I will smile through gritty yellow teeth And tell you to work on your grammar And light another ciggarette.
III
I would sing for you, if I could. But something catches in my throat You have to catch me off guar
i've spotted you spying my corner at dA, i'll be taking a look at yours now
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
J. Keats
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
J. Keats
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
J. Keats
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Next time you think you're perfect,
Try walking on water.
Sorry. I would have been here sooner, but the shiny saxophone of doom distracted me.
Don't be afraid to write. You can always rewrite it later.
that is quite possibly the best comment I have ever recieved
<3
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Next time you think you're perfect,
Try walking on water.
Sorry. I would have been here sooner, but the shiny saxophone of doom distracted me.
Don't be afraid to write. You can always rewrite it later.
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