a murder of crows dies
on terms of words and burns
while i writhe
a worm
in a land of angel clones
buried in jellyfish and penguin bones
pummeled in a hail of breasts and stones
banging on stumps like drums
with drunken stumbling feet and tongues
whatever comes again and comes
cloth clubs with goth bugs and dead clowns
muffled up and swept under the rug
swordid swords boring holes in doors
and floors to gore the poor
and you wonder why i say that you're the one that i adore.
you shouldnt lose another life;
you only get one more.
i learned to love the gun and knife
my hand just broke
i write no more.














Devious Comments
Comments
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"I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The inbetween is mine :: I . am . mine" - PJ
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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
Not really, but it maintains the intriguing character of a Solid Guns4Jesus piece of poetry.
Good work.
I'm going to go roll around in some penguin bones now.
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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
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Let us kill each other;
live happily ever never.
-Self
[My stock]: ~burntfaestock
[Member of]: *flower-lovers & ~RosesEtFleurs
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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
It was a big bastard of an ordeal.
Now I just use this computer, and any thief willing to put his greasy hands on it is liable to pay a little more than the eight dollars a sketchbook would cost in damages.
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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
how do you draw on the computer? got a tablet?
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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
When I say "Sketchbook" I mean "Book where I keep my shit."
My "shit" is all writing.
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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much trouble.
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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.
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