brokenbroken as yesterday's promise, asbroken
last year's Christmas reality as
dropped porcelain from seven stories up broken, as
knowing things can never repair themselves as
time has opened old wounds and poured kosher salt into the meat of my flesh to prepare it for consumption as
darkness leaks from the gaping hole in my chest and spills night into the lives of all those bright sunshine-y day people, now consumed with despair and a need for immolation
intuitionintuition,intuition
a thought of something i've forgotten over the years...
reflecting back, going over the mental valleys and hills, the landscapes of yesterday,
memory banks raided and robbed by thieves with my own face,
seeking something more meaningful than dwelling in the confines of my own head,
my own prison...
where have i been all these years?
my dreams of bliss in terms of what is true and where life becomes love,
where distance fades in the sunrise,
a kiss sears away indecision, procures the elixir to ease whatever is the matter,
w
Galactuswanting only something warm and comfortable on nights when the wind is chilled and the sheets are an expanse of glacial river leading into what seems to be eternity... something warm.Galactus
giving way to any damn thing... blessings turn to curses and the game that begins at the outset becomes the rules of engagement for the war that erupts spontaneous and leaves one bloody and the other bitter and calcified... something warm.
...love becoming a precursor to hate, the herald of &nbs
(un)honorable mention
Disgust
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Z tha Future (i am not the future, the future is Z)
Too bad not everyone seems to agree with you (see my latest journal-entry) !
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Perversion, not unlike beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.
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