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Money, self proclaimed righteousness, careers – cliche. Art, poetry, music – dead
- Author: matchesblanketsgas
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I feel tragic like I’m Marlon Brando. China Girl – David Bowie. The gates to the century has closed. Pray to your gods. The ice doors are closing in on you. Burn the chocolate twigs. Gather enough tic tacs. Yes, ladies and gentleman. The ...
hula hoop girls drive to the northwest by midnight
Whats up social candy? The frivolous world speaks Spanish with you. I have no subdued thoughts on this matter. Well here is someone I am trying to hold on to against my better judgement. How far does the mind wander? Does it always have finger to p...
fine sun’s in miniskirts. chicken blood for the bourgeoisie
oh, dirty gold….how extravagantly time flies. Mighty fine days. Mighty smile on peoples face. Where does it all go? Time…..with each step. Breath. Stab. Kill. Hunter or the hunted. The shimmering arrow in a tweaked daylight glow. Butterfl...
litter box love
When you cringe. The bowels of hell suck you into its brain. So it is better of if you just stood there. Putting on a consistent ignorance piece in its face. Like the wrong song from a wrong piano. The decryption in your stomach is the product of ...
three inches above sea level
I sat on the roof with that boy. A brother. At least he used to be, as if I didn’t know before. Well, he could have easily transcended into the beaming stereotype of a sex addict of sorts. It didn’t happen. What was more excruciating to...
collateral pornstars
He stabbed Goddard on the way out of the set. Everybody was black and white. Before technicolor bathrooms and ruins in desert sand. Maybe there was medicine in the tents. Fucking peyotes and teacher that taught you how to use the needle. He left the ...
