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I am a victim. I am a victim because this is what the newspaper headline tells me. The headline is dated August 5th, but it is the August 5th of two years ago. This August 5th, I am in my parlor, at home but not at home. My beautiful, perfect stinker of a daughter is sitting on my lap, gently thumbing the soft fur of her pet-and-play kittens book for the hundredth time. There is a dog on the floor and a dog on the sofa and a chicken on the windowsill. I think there is a
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Charcoal GreyI want to talk to you about a suit. This charcoal grey suit, wool, pilled at the elbows and the knees, it opened onto a white shirt with a black tie. This suit, it fit a little big. Baggy where it bent, stretched, but just a little. Inside this suit there was a boy and that boy was my older brother’s best friend Tip. Tip, somehow short for Theodore, somehow short for Elias Theodore T. Finn, this boy was wearing a suit on that night when I came down the stairs. With the carpet shuffling under my slippers, that snick-snick noise it made, I was wading down into the sound of thick jazz like a lake full of chocolate pudding that had sudCharcoal Grey
Lamb.An exterior being in a pinboard; God shoved a tack through my chest and out my right scapula, and I have never felt so wrong.Lamb.
A wayward soul to a common existance. I've lived one too many lives trying to strike a chord of knowledge with children whose ignorance is pulled tight across their eyes, like cow skin over a drum.
God pinned me to this place with a note, reading: Give all you have. Learn to love loneliness. I can't help feeling like a sacrificial lamb; pure and covered in the blood of my compassion.
moved.
Artistic
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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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"I'm sorry, was that the sound of your heart breaking?"
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"I'm sorry, was that the sound of your heart breaking?"
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"Where words fail...Music Speaks"
"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me from the inside?"
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Just once in my life, I think It'd be nice...just to lose control just once...
Lose Control - Evanescence
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Poets On Deviant
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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Like a cat in a tumble dryer O.0
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"Look down at me and see a fool;
look up at me and see a god;
look straight at me and see yourself."
/Charles Manson
VIVA LE PICNIC!
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