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Handle this handful A most distressful damsel Am I Making my way by carbunkle on the abandoned bridge between your right and left brain. Th..

My blood is glue, it willows with water. But in blood, velocity over viscosity. The wires of my limbs carry and I marvel at how deftly they ..

I think I stole the laser beam idea from somewhere but I'm not sure where.

There is little more a trite experience than to have been a teenage girl in the throes of her Self as that Self falls under the selfish psychosis..

I sent it from Boston and it wasn't enough postage to make it to your house. And it wasn't enough postage to be sent to my house in Califo..

She had a tattoo of a clock set to the time of the moment she looked at the clock and knew he had killed himself.

Fearful of my diffidence The chance of an insipidness I end all banter with a kiss Smoothly guaranteeing bliss For both lusting participants He..

You found me rocky with bones. A graveyard roaming the roads. A topographic mess Of eroded flesh Edges sharp as ice light as white on rice. ..

He writes of them, (writes!) casually speaks (and writes.) of their beauty. Eloquent, no embellishment. Where my love lies behind half cracked ..

The trees have claimed this place, they litter themselves on the pavement. In Los Angeles they're caged, the pavement contains them. But you can s..