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all i want to be is a box in the most inner depths of the closet in an abandoned house.
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no one to witness the blunt corners of my being or my head full of dust, » Continue Reading
ftwillz
"from my head to my middle finger, I really think I like you."
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the dog metaphor / i know a life of exsanguination is the only life for me
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the gnawing at stitches » Continue Reading
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the machine's song is as sweet as the earth that holds it and its blood as red as the inside of the hands that made it
Category: Writing and Poetry
a computer is an organism, in a way, it's a body. you can reach inside the inner walls of its being you can feel the soft rubber of the cables on your skin as they tangle all across your fingers you can feel them pull on your skin you can make the tips of your fingers travel across the surface of a motherboard you can softly caress the inductors and its bumps you can feel the shy burn of its i... » Continue Reading
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a dream i had the other night
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i dreamt i sleepwalked at 5 am through the streets by the golf course. i could hear the birds already singing and the sound of disembodied voi » Continue Reading
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the highgate cemetery has reached full capacity and i am not going back home
Category: Writing and Poetry
i see myself as more of a graveyard than a person, the way i feel the dirt suffocating me and the casket keeping me in place and the different stages of decomposition switching up for hours at a time. what im trying to say is that i feel just as stuck and dead as a plethora of cada » Continue Reading
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there is nothing i want more than to run headfirst into the wall you helped me build
Category: Writing and Poetry
i look for things in places where i know im not gonna find them and sigh with secret satisfaction at the realization that the alleyway has no exit and that the plate is empty. i want to be trapped and to be hungry just as much as i want to escape and have my fill; which is to say: with every fiber of my being, which is to say: complete » Continue Reading