THE MILK'S GONE BAD.that is, if i don't pay to renew it.
and i'm thinking. fuck that.
so this is my new one, crosswordpuzzles
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Stricken.In retrospect All past regrets Summoned from cold night sweats Sift through the filter of a cigaretteStricken.
Reap tobacco plants Deep indian chants They call for the rain Ontop of a mountain
In a hut, south of Guam The smell of sage and certain balm The gypsy sits on a bed of halm She reads all tenses from your palm
Her fingers seek & her eyes probe For your place on the celestial globe
"All in due time, love of mind The mountains will be rubble The oceans will be foam You shall squander, you shall wander and roam O
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the process of elimination"the process of elimination"the process of elimination
the flies make a halo around my room's holy lightbulb but they'll never be able to save what it is that i hold inside of this ever-dying garden there's nothing but thoughts I've forgotten and all the seeds you ever planted cannot be dependent upon my brain stem so I'll roll my lonesome limbs inside of a pale white sheet and don't be frightened, my love,
If my breath begins to cease. my heart is merely a beat. pillows will make headaches when they become filing cabinets for your nightmares you need to be saved, y
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written in black and white"It's all written here, in black and white."written in black and white
This skin suit has been worn for far too long with its callous abrasions and reopened holes I think its about time that I sew up these arms or undress to bear a naked and pitiful soul (but you say that I shouldn't dare, and you don't want me to go) so I'll wait a little longer until I feel a little stronger but I imagine, my friend, that weakness will surely settle in first still, I keep holding back the words on top of this tongue and breathe smoke deep within the caverns of my lungs hoping that sooner than later they e
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tbaeaoyyathe be-all end-all or you're yelling againtbaeaoyya
you're the one with too much time on your hands. you're the tree with no leaves a sun with nowhere to set. rain with no parade. a cat without a mouse, you're like a car in the airport parking lot. left gave up on you
to the owner of the panic-striken, candy apple red embarrassment: you left your lights on
you are to sit there forever as the dust collects and your tires go flat don't move a muscle. as your tags expire and spiders la
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white lingerieokay, so let's say that this street is time. everything down this way is the past and everything the other way is the future. when we look towards the past we can see them and everything they are doing, but they cant see us because we havent happened yet. so naturally when we look toward the future part of the street all we see is some houses and street lights, but when we look towards the past we see action. we are the parallel between the future and the past. we are the lines of latitude formed beteween then and there. we are the decision between the tenses. everyone we know and everything that we believe to be is at the same point on a linwhite lingerie
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August: A Character StudyTime is incremental, and so is drunkeness. Minutes had inhabited the sleek, more defined silhouette of an hour, as merely blurred objects became torturous reproductions of one another. These contrasting portraits assumed complacency at the table. She was there, of course. (Then there was— . . . his unflinching gaze was glassy and hard, almost resembling a tired mirror that had long since given up reciprocating any sort of goodness.) Her posture deteriorated, as though unable to support any weight, even in its most insignificant measure. There her head, heavy, collapsed into the delicate web thaAugust: A Character Study
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