nobilities, 2019

nobilities, 2019

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I. Rune of The Unbothered There is by far no more greater convention of fashion than the halls lined with sucrose of our untimely Liberation. The Earth is for the waking and walking. The walking and waking spin. Grant them the shame on the ruff and overgrown variorum, and Busts of sneak knightdoms of no objections, and reinforcements All on the affairs of the burning warehouse; (Happiness on my path, Eh…?? AGAIN! Happiness on my path, eh…?? AGAIN! Happiness On my path… HEY!!) And the water-plants with their [Fashion of the head, happy.] Graceful flat heads, all became part of him ...Read more

Tomato Dios

Tomato Dios

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Durn Nicholas, I did the cowardly thing to do, and I feel more relieved than ever. (I want to kiss your unrefined cheeks. It's difficult to think Anything but pleasant thoughts. You relieve me, arm-rest,) Adios. Dios, Adios. It is the perfect harvest. All the stars dimmed. There is only defeat, but defeat is for later, Lover. Later, later– we find; among the new, bright cheeks of the resurfacing; ATHENA PARTHENOS! Every thing is small. Every thing, drenched In composure. Regret is dead, but love is more. I do so dream about it more. But no more uncertainties; just resolutions to eve ...Read more

Welcome To The Wild Ride

Welcome To The Wild Ride

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Will the wild orphan later hallucinate of the gods of the wild Orphan self? Waking among mysteries with an insane gleam Of recollection, Dragged through several sea-games that put a saint's Nailing to a cross to shame, or the lowering into flames– The martyrs of and for– of anything that had no real meaning; Everything felt tame to my uneven taste– even dew, even starlet, Even clue, even Hamlet. And I could throw bombs to etiology tubes That neither sanctify nor pardon the proud vehemence for violence. And I could rein the magnet links that link the shelter of spirits to mine. ...Read more

Secretarybird

Secretarybird

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Secretarybird

Secretarybird

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To B.T. Natural bodies technically do not ask for forgiveness. They demand nothing but a series of replenishments. If you deny me sorrow, I will deny you joy; raise our tweaked, tawdry pennon elsewhere but between our distinctive beliefs. Partition! Take shelter, take shelter– in our grand quiet while I run my hands through the grass then through a soul. Do not disturb the foul at any cost. Perhaps my admiration shall recoil. We do not do confessions when we're hatching in the dark. Believe me, I'll sing you praises when you finally break my heart. On Areas and Ideas of Self-Preservation ...Read more

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I wouldn't count the miracles, if I were you. The numbers are so unsurprising. The numbers would so wearily betray. The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses… He lies there, so beautifully– The unjust precursor to my madness. I blame everyone, everyone who is not me. I am now a different being; heavier, but still the same. Have I changed? Am I To change? Why was I, to myself, even wilfully, awfully unfriendly? Unfriendly to Incarcerations and relations with the touch-moved, whores in horse stances overdancing, The greedy red breathable plastic. Buying books qualifies as sel ...Read more

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deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

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"The world relies on the dead to move forward." ...Read more

pulsations, 2019

pulsations, 2019

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"Do not leave me if I become my bad days." ...Read more

nihility, 2019

nihility, 2019

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"I’ll trade the world for you, you little asshole…" ...Read more

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

deteriorations on sunny Sabbaths, 2019

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I. The world relies on the dead to move forward… The world chasticizes desertions and deteriorations, But then, why should I? I am here because there had been Space made for me here. I am now living where one man Had lived before. I am now breathing the air possibly breathed By another man before. Half my prayers were written by men Who prayed nothing before they learned how to share chants. Half the answers to my early tests where proven correct by them, Samely. Surely, I can offer little flowers and candles that mean Nay to them… Their prayers are little flowers still blooming. ...Read more

pulsations, 2019

pulsations, 2019

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What difference does it make, the differences in our worlds? Lean into me and how different I am to you. Do not leave me If I become my bad days. Do not stoke fire that may swallow Or not swallow my gifts, be it, if they were addressed in delay. Know that, unlike my stumbling self, my words and my gifts Are pious; know only, they, of righteousness that strikes gentle, Two fingers of yours by two fingers of mine. Two eyes of yours Made teary and squinting by two eyes of mine. You who knew of Scales balances me, even before you were born into the earth, to town And tower and gate and gu ...Read more

nihility, 2019

nihility, 2019

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"Tell me more about how you like to live. Tell me, tell me About how you like to live DANGEROUSLY." HELLO!! I am Nihility personified, and I wake to some world entranced with whatever sort of batshit Bathsheba shading this is; or if it's some, some fast-paced paste and go, so swoon and swoon into scooting, and tailing for overdone stuff and over-sexed saviors I don't know, so much build up, then nothing– a sea of nothing then cowboys and cowgirls from another world of nothingness– it's all just displaced replacement and a track that's full of guilt hightailing the nonpareil crossb ...Read more

TUNNEL⚫️VISION (índice)

TUNNEL⚫️VISION (índice)

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a.bee-er { color: #000 !important; font-weight: 600 !important; } intro: TUNNEL⚫️VISION pt 1. The Tunneling pt 2. bites of the gangland pt 3. the abattoir of wolves pt 4. Skin-side down pt 5. Franklin and The Bog Bodies pt 6. The Unassailable Skin pt 7. Pontifications And All The Uncertain Aspects of Being Young and Reckless pt 8. Pronto, Pronto pt 9. The Shedding of The Skin pt 10. Hustlers Never Die ...Read more

Skin-side down

Skin-side down

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Why should I let the shallow people get me down? Painted people with the painted finadene-ish bongos are cool! Cool, I guess. I test torrential, pipikaula papi– but see, but see, I Know that I am Ethan Lesley CC, rethreader of lovers, Poet from the wild, the very embodiment Of mental ANARCHY!! Tell me, tell me, Do I know you? Do you know you? Just tell me, Bet, and test me to it. Tell me again About just who in the seven hells are you? "Napansin ko kasi may mga tattoo ka. Alam mo naman, ang sinasabi nila sa mga taong may tattoo…" "Well, 'tang-ama… Lumaki ka sigurong repressed," ...Read more

 
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