expiredher waxen hand reaches out and brushes the peachy fibers along his numbed cheeksexpired
his eyes flutter under their patina a tissue film that vibrates to the rhythm of his coma another soul erased and his lips tingly and pink parted slightly forming an infant word and little globs of pasty spit collecting in the creases and corners another week past your expiration date im afraid youre starting to curdle
raw lukewarm despondent
but that wasted old piano keeps playing inside of you...
my martyrmy martyr died on hallows eve his feet entanged in my arms a troubled breath his chest last heaved half closed his eyes with white alarmmy martyr
his heavy head with thoughts of nought lay sweeping o\'er his bruised neck the hazy moons reflections caught within the black lagoon and kept
they crucified you on a hill with christmas lights upon your head and glowing orbs and plastic pills were placed upon your graven bed
your tears were blue like mothers dress and dusty were your tallow cheeks your hands they bared the stains of rust from drying
say
Perhaps, you commented on the wrong deviation, or maybe i am just too dumb to get it. Thanks for it anyway!
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pan with me
i messed with the halftone.
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I fucked your mother.
The "Focal Point" is the faded 20th century coke sign & besides I like the shape of the brick building. It doesn't need more intense colors... reality is beautiful the way it is!
Not everything needs to be manipulated.
Cut word lines
Cut music lines
Smash the control images
Smash the control machine.
---William S. Burroughs
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Elevators smell different to midgets!
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Lisa Sweet
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♥ for the animals ♥ [link]
i just took a quick look at your gallery and i loved what i saw, i'll keep an eye on you , lucie, or valentine or both ! mais euh.. tu es peut etre française?...
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Thanks for the comments!
I'm really digging your stuff!!!
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