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i am indie but less artful than the clone his brushstroke on the timpani something to behold after the grunge voice lets loose ..

my need of you is the flower of opus.our dividends of knowledge, our cold word sling-shot. you deny me, reduct those pagespreciously grown. a l..

almost a love poem

...very poopy

the obstetrics of your fingers, those burgeoning members birthing my flesh, you ARE fat, baby, you ARE faa--aaaat! and my slovenly eyes, they i..

so let me quote your father: "i never loved you anyway" and that my sweet bowtie is the crux of it, your bourbon hedge slit like legs i peak across..

She will stand in the goodbye sky and laugh with the flowers, watch her daughters mist into rainbow scarves, melding colour into citadels that p..

...the refinery of love

...a poem about wrestling.

there are little holes in my words. which sparks of light might poke their heads through, and much do the lies and molten truths rejoice. f..