"i'm better off alone than i would be in your arms."
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Category: Writing and Poetry
secrets taste better on your tongue than mine. exchanging fluids- lets share deformities, not passing glances and passed notes or the passenger seat of your moms car. almost acidic, the dna were sharing. am i your last chance or your last regret? we could keep driving, see how tall that cliff on the outskirts of town is. the way i think of you is toxic. youve been there forever- maybe never. 12 wa... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
the sopranos love to show off- we always met in the middle, in middle school. you did up your hair when i went down. crossing paths; a black cat and a broken mirror, does an umbrella opened in my back seat count for bad luck? they can hate us all they want, anytime you want. i hated the music until i showed you my world, and now i hear in colors. youre the straight-a to give me a d. i dont know wh... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
imprints on the backs of your hands and bruises you gave yourself. lay waste to the evidence in 5 seconds flat on your back. the desire of being loved by the world that loved you, until you grew up- maybe it didnt back then, either. "because i said so" means more than reasons when youre on a trip to electracity and the powers gone out. security systems never kept you safe, burglars are so scary wh... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
bright and flashy. pay attention to this, dont let your eyes look away. theyre dancing, look, theyre playing, theyre singing, theyre killing each other and fucking in the blood a thousand ways. see, isnt this fun? dont you love to watch? good, i wont give you the time of day. just watch the pendulum back and forth. how long has it been? 15 years? how time flies when youre having fun, i know you di... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
the best part of death in the heat is the potlucks. eat of my body, drink of my blood--- never question where your food came from, this holiday. returning to the earth is strictly forbidden. your body is a temple at which to worship forever- "forever", as long as we are alive, and then our bodies are to be consumed with our minds. teeth look better in dentists office biowaste, not bared against yo... » Continue Reading
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