Esteem

Esteem

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Glory be to gods at their highest– I am most high when on top of you. I have doubts, too– millions of them, more than I can count in three lifetimes. I couldn't. Struggled 'gainst the wall and the paintings hung– they seem to bleach the world with their visage. Lurk the iron where works combust, and battleships, they Sailed right throughout– quite quietly magnifico, taking breaths 'n talkative fuss. I wish I were as expensive as these scrapped works of our auteurs, Even dolls, they are auctioned at higher rates, Even memoirs, even vass– even decorative plates. Do we all equal ...Read more

6 P.M. Dawn

6 P.M. Dawn

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a reply to Kei's 6 A.M. Dusk, which you can read via this link. Yes, #Keithan, rise. RIIIISE. 🙌🏾 💛💚🏾 We are undeniable but you feel like a headache. Jesus Christ! Ease down on them seasonal metaphors, man! You put me down like I'm some sort of forecast, but I am swollen, legged, encased and embalmed, feet concrete and metric of spades. We're all just semi-adults trying to fucking function but I can't stop thinking about you and I don't know what to do with it. I imagine your days more eventful than they actually are, while I I danced with the dragons, and mighty we ...Read more

Boys of the Dirty Summer

Boys of the Dirty Summer

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The everards and statuettes are shorter and the blackness bright Being this cozy made me think everything in the worlds again was right, even sight As I whine on wine by the hot tub, the anatomy of flight Ne'r been confident in relationships, sure, am just fearing what you'll find Tell the beach all the sorrows, tell the beach all your kind –Ness and nest next by the terrace with printed shorts and shirts on the fly The dust settles 'yond the crevice, pref'rring chairs and tuxes dry As lavenders filth the room like gas'line, moss and kite ignite As I I beg to be wrong, as I beg in th ...Read more

My Summer At The Neverlands

My Summer At The Neverlands

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Perhaps The Valley Prior

Perhaps The Valley Prior

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If you ask me to draw a more tragic figure, I would draw Kei's face because Kei knew how to torch the desert Kei knew how to level a forest Kei knew how to unearth every old tree in the Socotra and hunt the wildest witches of the east, west, north, and south he was a wolf with a wolf hunter's face a hyena, a hummingbird, a masked crow and he lived alone in this big mansion, big as his heart can be but just as empty… I guess I wanted to fill it up with decoratives that would just clash with the white curtains, and curtains, and curtains just because I could I repeatedly stum ...Read more

6 P.M. Dawn

6 P.M. Dawn

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a reply to Kei's 6 A.M. Dusk, which you can read via this link. Yes, #Keithan, rise. RIIIISE. 🙌🏾 💛💚🏾 we are undeniable but you feel like a headache Jesus Christ! Ease down on them seasonal metaphors, man! You put me down like I'm some sort of forecast, but I am swollen, legged, encased and embalmed, feet concrete and metric of spades. We're all just semi-adults trying to fucking function but I can't stop thinking about you and I don't know what to do with it. I imagine your days more eventful than they actually are, while I I danced with the dragons, and mighty we s ...Read more

 
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