

Compost20 watt florescent bulbs Flicker before speaking Not fast enough Though Intertwined with sour milk Left out to spoil in the sun While ice cubes Fumbling through the cracks Melt within your eyes Where they will be Buried beneath the place where The flowers and ashes standCompost


PridePride while Tucked behind the ear Slowly yet Sickeningly The adhesive strip Comes unstuck It falls to the shoulder Breaks through flesh Carves Its name While roots Tumble inPride
(what a terrible medium for pronouncing love)
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This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
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++ iF We c0Ld sAy iT aLL iN w0rdS tHeRe WouLd bE n0 NeEd tO pAinT ++
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"Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision."
-Salvador Dali
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If I had a nickle for every time I blinked, I'd be living on my own island by now.
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This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
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