That emblazoned tie looks good on you. Should the wearer be so corrupt? A photograph wetted by its library– I’ve traced more books than in your background! Does your soft white trigger like the forthcoming? All secrets in this universe, could they bow? How pow’rful, the stand-in locust swarm Singing in his rain, tongued to his chain I blame the men at work for motions fupped, The sorcerer severed, gracious. The masculine boat rock. I am wooden as vessel, unsafe, unsalty, Like watery trees, preoccupating, A blindful forest where the grass go to die. To where the end then lie ...Read more

"I am tending to my heart," Lon said. "Let me tend to it," he groaned and groaned. "They come as the dance fatigued. "Onto merry, onto sunshine, onto the that he so little have owned. "I walked past a breakthrough in reverse– Ka-re-eu! Turns out committedly playing vict' Is plentiful in Rewards." Lon turned to the flower and the mute bird with skin like a cow. "I have kept you within the spit of the sun, have I not?" "You have." "I have let the rain not ravage at your legs, have I not?" "You have." "Am I your home?" "You are part of it." "A-ha! Don't you dare take that away from ...Read more

i took what he humbly offered and flushed them down the toilet. all of them, down and down. i didn’t care for him at all, or maybe too much. i bet he was nothing to me and he was using me, too. that's fine. but i should have gone with the good Sweaty Hours 'stead of not budging, bulging from these perforated sweatless caskets, peeking, peaking. i wonder if the clock checks on me, too, and all that we despise about ourselves. doth it keep notes of early ruin? will it count down or calm back to days i apologized to his knuckles and the knuckles of his friends? his mistake was ...Read more

"could you turn down the lights? i'm trying not to be seen here" no answer, there is just me and the barkeep and he's busy, polishing some old bottle but new to the new pub i guess he looked kind of good, i may have had fifty or five, but he looked good and all tall, and penguin-like, busy as a man should be busy built as a man should be built the tables behind me already have names on them already who would reserve them this early? i never understood how people point at their days, say which time is for which i have never done that with mine O', order? but i am so ha ...Read more

1.) He's mature for my age, With intensity he can dial up And back on a whim. The ease you can smell A thinking doily by Pacing alone. He never overextends his Smiles to seconds, he Could waste into darkness. Dankness, glum, like goth-like, moth-like, om-like Spitting at the toilet lights and caught Up with the world I don't want To have to carry the name of a family That hovered 'bove me like citadel of self-appointed Characteristically uncaring gods, I'd rather Pour molters onto scabs insidious, I'm serious I want a life lived inconsequential. I want one less reminder of fa ...Read more

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