in your distant eye, knowing
some thing raise as I writhe.
Laid flat, I can't breathe, or
miss a breath in this crysalis
life, cold to hot in shattered
time. If you only knew the
battered thoughts I devote,
the strain of pain I contrive,
the press of weight I hold
tight. Cast your darkness
on me and I'll take you inside
where you've been a bruise
in my flesh, a crush on
my heart, a scar on my mind.
Tonight I lay down, the whisper
of your skin swifts sensation
where I think you, where you
dissolve, where you appear,
where I steal you, where you
eat breathe kill kiss die fuck
scream me. Your reality is
your gift to me, my gift to
you is my restraint. I flicker
where I see you, falter where
I leave you, a gentle lip length
laid like sleeping on your best
hidden warm places. I conjure
you, a dance or undulating
dream distilling me to raw, to
slick, to scrape, to smooth as
death and dawn and deep.







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I am going to hit your soul in the crotch with a frozen sledge hammer. What ever your response is, it can not beat my hammer, for I am the Zazzenfuk.
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No masks are worn beyond the mirror where butterflies bite.
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How could I see the future if it didn't already exist?
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How could I see the future if it didn't already exist?
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You can't spell slaughter without laughter
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hi, i'm running for god, love to have your vote!
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Assistant Director of Artist Relations
I'm glad you have come over for a visit and a look-see
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"I hear in the distance prolonged screams of the most poignant anguish." -Isidore Ducasse
my fax machine is neglected. when i was rearranging rooms and having to move it and plug it back in i thought of you and how i don't even need to plug it in anymore. there are no fun cat faxes to be had! [i still have all of those faxes...
*opens your cage so you can get air*
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How could I see the future if it didn't already exist?
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