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long live the viruses!
they're seeping through our skin,
convincing us that our lives are lies,
that cats choke on furballs eight/ninths of the time;
it is better to be shaven than deprived of integrity,
especially when hats only suffocate you.
snoring beards make good excuses, right honey?
the barbershop will only hold you for so long
until the candycane poles impale your intestines.
the embroidered cartoons, faking gymnastics,
they're polevaulting loyalty with stolen staffs,
stagediving through crowded hospital rooms
where hard-working acrobats train for the Olympics.
bald imps are getting haircuts for unerred trials,
going to beauty salons for lessons in shenanigans,
renting flightless airplanes during world war nineteen.
[epidemics can't be killed]
they're seeping through our skin,
convincing us that our lives are lies,
that cats choke on furballs eight/ninths of the time;
it is better to be shaven than deprived of integrity,
especially when hats only suffocate you.
snoring beards make good excuses, right honey?
the barbershop will only hold you for so long
until the candycane poles impale your intestines.
the embroidered cartoons, faking gymnastics,
they're polevaulting loyalty with stolen staffs,
stagediving through crowded hospital rooms
where hard-working acrobats train for the Olympics.
bald imps are getting haircuts for unerred trials,
going to beauty salons for lessons in shenanigans,
renting flightless airplanes during world war nineteen.
[epidemics can't be killed]
this
coma
isn't
over
yet.
Literature
plans
I want to move
to Miami
sip
Cuban coffee
scream love
at the rafters
make this
the beginning
of every new poem
I want to paint
a portrait
of a man
covered in rabbits
I will call it
'man covered in rabbits'
(it will revolutionize the art world)
I want to
want to
need to
breathe and
leave things be
when I believe
I need
the things
I want
before they're leaving
Literature
chasing a breeze.
you are reminiscent of wind.
silent, maybe a ghost
until you're screaming
through the cracks. i am silent
as the weight of you breaks me, like
a power line that's lost its magic.
you were always hard to handle,
almost impossible
to contain, we have more chance
of catching a breeze
than tying you down.
i jumped, parachute in hand, and
watched the colors of the world
fall with me, spinning and diving.
i prayed for you to fill my parachute
and keep me from crashing,
but you never did.
the colours blended
into one shade of red
as i hurtled to oblivion
and you chose just
the right moment
to be silent.
i'm left empty,
holl
Literature
nineninenine.
I.
We ought to call you an ambulance,
my dear; it's my
heart that needs the operation,
but your personality has been amputated
without anaesthetic.
Do you remember the
days where we stood
still and counted the
stars as they shone
redyellowbluewhite?
Those days are gone now,
and we never finished counting
those combusting balls of fire.
I... I...
You're a cancerous tissue,
weaving your way into
lifedeath and hopefear.
Yes, you certainly left your mark.
You ate my heart from the
inside
out.
I always said you belonged to
the sky.
Those disappeared days,
I pointed out our home
in the universe, and I like
to think that's
Suggested Collections
beyond pissed today.
variety of reasons.
ignore this verbal cirrhosis;
it actually does not make sense.
bleh.
i feel like my style is changing because either
a) i'm too lazy
or
b) i'm too apathetic
also, i'm slacking on messages . . .
=/
--
fuck.
variety of reasons.
ignore this verbal cirrhosis;
it actually does not make sense.
bleh.
i feel like my style is changing because either
a) i'm too lazy
or
b) i'm too apathetic
also, i'm slacking on messages . . .
=/
--
fuck.
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