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decay/decay/decay
pr/dead sticks and fire ants,dead beach and tire marks.the occasional shoelace, seagull’s skullwho made me look up to who-kiss null. p/sea vast, sunburnslast C, sun turnsnight into day,night into day f/we have cards and we playwish for the queen of hearts and we prayseabed’s clay on our face as we laysparks into daydreams of minecalendar…
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a voice and a smile
surely, i saw you,passing the high voltage lines,a voice and a smileclimbing up laddersor stairs surely, i saw you,digging the old forsaken mines,a voice and a smilewalking down subterranean passagesor lairs surely, i must not stomach all of this,this guitar must struminstead of hissa string of wordssound like a drum,and churn like a kisswhat a…
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acid
hunger like no other, eating away. the way i see it, the words on the page mean nothing when all my pens have been stolen by good friends of mine. all the cats are under shade, and i wish diazepam upon them all. why must i wake up to the sun when i’ve been watching…
the fulcrum point 