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The traffic jam on the I-15 locked like a Chinese Fingertrap, every vehicle aligned like some fucked-up map of stars over the skyline of a cemetery. Hours before the Sun broke down crying, the Moon undressed its craters and tossed them on the floor of some sleazy galaxy avenue.
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Drive faster.
"But this is as fast as I can go." He spun the wheel the same way he spun his tongue in her mouth: recklessly -- too bad it's not spelt 'wrecklessly'. He sped across the bedspread boulevard with one hand steering the car and one hand steering the course of his life off the road and into a fucking fire hydrant -- or some other explosive metaphor.
Oh, I want to feel a rush. Like we used to. Slam on the gas pedal, and don't stop for anyone.
He ran through the red light the same way he ran his fingers through her hair: absentmindedly -- too bad his subconscious never took roll call. He pressed against the curb the same way his chest pressed against her spine: hard, fast, and furious -- at a speed of 55 moans per orgasm.
"That was a close call."
Shut up and drive.
Blood spilt from his skull the same way semen-flavoured lies spilt from her lips -- isn't it uncanny how close split and spilt look? Nothing's off-game with a cracked skull or stale mattress. I guess one could call it a 'head-on collision with Death', so long as 'head' is used in the right context...
I never said to fucking slow down. Get your foot off the brakes.
"Yes, sorry, but navigating the curves of the street has lost its thrill."
Just shut up and drive me wild.
The windshield smashed and glass cut his throat the same way she cut his hair -- but never his strings. He crashed into a semitruck the same way he crashed into her bones: five seconds of consciousness, then waking up in a hospital or a coffin -- if it's the former, they'll be back in another nine months; if it's the latter, well, let's hope no one crashed the funeral...
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So the Sun doused itself with tears, the Moon (stricken with tumult) lit itself on fire, and the silhouette of an ambulance rained from the cataclysmic anomaly of a carcrash romance.
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Drive faster.
"But this is as fast as I can go." He spun the wheel the same way he spun his tongue in her mouth: recklessly -- too bad it's not spelt 'wrecklessly'. He sped across the bedspread boulevard with one hand steering the car and one hand steering the course of his life off the road and into a fucking fire hydrant -- or some other explosive metaphor.
Oh, I want to feel a rush. Like we used to. Slam on the gas pedal, and don't stop for anyone.
He ran through the red light the same way he ran his fingers through her hair: absentmindedly -- too bad his subconscious never took roll call. He pressed against the curb the same way his chest pressed against her spine: hard, fast, and furious -- at a speed of 55 moans per orgasm.
"That was a close call."
Shut up and drive.
Blood spilt from his skull the same way semen-flavoured lies spilt from her lips -- isn't it uncanny how close split and spilt look? Nothing's off-game with a cracked skull or stale mattress. I guess one could call it a 'head-on collision with Death', so long as 'head' is used in the right context...
I never said to fucking slow down. Get your foot off the brakes.
"Yes, sorry, but navigating the curves of the street has lost its thrill."
Just shut up and drive me wild.
The windshield smashed and glass cut his throat the same way she cut his hair -- but never his strings. He crashed into a semitruck the same way he crashed into her bones: five seconds of consciousness, then waking up in a hospital or a coffin -- if it's the former, they'll be back in another nine months; if it's the latter, well, let's hope no one crashed the funeral...
--
So the Sun doused itself with tears, the Moon (stricken with tumult) lit itself on fire, and the silhouette of an ambulance rained from the cataclysmic anomaly of a carcrash romance.
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fair grading.
rain rain you went away
come back and flush me down the drain.
i sat in the middle of the road and my mind's in a drought
i've got the carcasses of words baking in harsh artificial light within me.
[i slur my words, but don't think it's because i've been drinking
i just don't know how to bring myself to say anything to you.]
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we're walking down the street, puddles lit by street lights.
there are rainbows in the cement cracks, and your words are sparkling with magic.
'this is where dreams live,' you tell me.
'this is where dreams live.'
[if this is a dream, then i must be snow white, and not even your kiss can wake me up.]
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twin
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bromide and other nonchemicals
shes empty mouthed.
she cant explain but its like that pins and needles feeling except in her heart. its like she could have said twelve thousand and four different things and she picked the wrong one. its the way shes no good with words except she tries forcing her ideas into verses and stanzas and neatly packaged displays of her individualism. so its as if shes set up an exhibit in her mind, complete with glass windows for people to press their handprints into, staining her already disheveled head with traces of themselves. shes empty mouthed since she just realized that not a single bi
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we're just cracks in the road
Sometimes, your skin gleams silver and sometimes, I'm four years old again scribbling my name across your chest in sidewalk chalk. Since sometimes, I pretend that you're made from concrete since then we seem a little more permanent and I don't have to worry about my painted heart washing away from your surface. But sometimes, I'm blind. Since these days, I'm stuck tracing the veins that dart through your arms which remind me that you're temporary. And then they remind me of cracks in the cement and other things we can't fix. And then I remember maybe, I can't even fix you.
Sometimes I plaster makeup on my face trying to hide that childlike m
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this is probably a metaphor, but i have no idea.
i should probably be asleep now, but whatever.
i should probably be asleep now, but whatever.
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I'm just going to skip faving for now because that's too perfect.
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I'm just going to skip faving for now because that's too perfect.