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Writhing within walls sickly with wet shadeof oily shadows, the fish float skyward.It stinks like s**t, like human lemonade.It stinks like s**t, but s..
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I wonder how it all got started,this notion of your lifeflashing before your eyes in the end.Like cut reels of sepia tones coilinginto some inextricab..
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They stole my flesh,granted it was tryingto murder me.And I know who did it.I saw his facewith a smile likea vandalized graveyard.With thick-thumbed h..
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The more he paces the lessI react.As his weird and wile headbobs and throbs beneath theshower of torrential sunlight,he may question, he may writhelik..
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I am trying so goddamn hardto fight against rain for a light,to make something of this junkyard.I walked empty clubs, backdoors barred,alleyways broke..
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It's because we all want to feel good,this charade, standing at counters for paythat we struggle to do what we should.And all the w****s and the barte..
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Do not blame the world for your failure,hate yourself hotter than they can hate.Seek solitude, solitude in nature.Wise men may seek for a shining savi..
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We are broken and castaway,a pregnant pariah, a ghoullost besides horned branches of grey.Tugging the fetus where it lay.That reprobate, the strand it..
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