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Emma
This flower, found under layers of thickness, was given to Emma, who coincidentally, has always been under layers of thickness herself. She fell once, twelve…
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Halloween 2019
The pumpkin seeds the horrorin hollow heads indeed.There’s nothing more satirical,than first world children dressed in need.No better profilactic than our Halloween.The pie that creams…
Expand →Dead words
An intervention to Eloise the typewriter‘s “Dead words” poem. Dead words are really dormant, in their own cocoons, Floating over empty lines, drifting in ink…
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My veins are sausages filled with the starchiest of loves. Grains, scabs, lymphatic fluids, Chunks of your lipstick, my mother’s hips, Relentless idiotic future, some…
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I drink that bottle of fermented gull, Excuses come to conflict gods, With astringent sour face of mad, With pity subbing lungs. Depressive, melancholic tags,…
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Even in dreams you are hidden under the most depressive rubble, Thriving, from your unapologetic antisocial cave. You smile, you chant your nonsense, You come…
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Pickled feelings, charbroiled heart, Plated tribute to your memory. Commissure, I’m dimpled shy Intrigued by thigh and pleasure high, I leak forgiveness, goddess mine, Oh,…
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I’m porking pulling truck the popos Repeating melodies sin fin The four, the happy and the hobo The hand that never feeds The tastiest Armenian,…
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The fire works for business close And cones and cones, so many Clones, a teenage fatty fat is sweet And tender, so easy to digest…
Expand →Politic is dead
I’ll greet with fiber, “moy sosed”, It’s good for cutting bullshit, cutting edge. Sincerity, the policy, the truth A life presented in acidic state, Republics…
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