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a diffrent kind of balladIm tapping Morse code into you window And seeing if anyone will come to save my soul Or salvage my ship -taptaptap- Rattata tap tap It’s a jig, it’s a boogy That only the druggies Can get down to Playing instruments on thea diffrent kind of ballad
Ceiling and light fixtures Taping hitting punching Music in the throw And rhythm in the kick Bruises can be our quarter notes Just listen Shut up and listen That drip drip drip? Faucet dripping blood Just like I knew it always would Splatter art in the sink Rip it out of the wall Rip rip r
by ~I-is-I-be
quiet, the actors are ready. hHold your breath, and count with me 1 shot, 2 shot, 3 shot, 4 shot Was that bangs we heard Or the clink of glass Was that death we heard Or was that death we were asking for We’d like to shake hands with you Dear Death See what your made of Flesh or hope Sinew or bones stained Like the yellow nicotine marksquiet, the actors are ready. h
The first signs of cancer
The little yellow dot right in the center of the filter We breath and we are about to burn Alluding to our hell bent hellfire crucifixion? Synthetic happiness that’s all we are looking for here &n
by ~I-is-I-be
druggy boogieYou don’t even know what I’m cut with What mixes and matches your dealing with Come on babe swallow me, swallow me whole Drink faster, we have got to roll You don’t know what’s in this trip,druggy boogie
Or where I have led you Close your eyes, drink faster, we’ve go to roll And bounce and fly, you don’t know what I’m cut with So don’t even try to sing a lullaby To the deaf ears of rhyme, The poppies will lull us to sleep In the middle of the street The farther we leap The greater the heat You don’t even know what I’m cut
by ~I-is-I-be
all you need is loveAll you need is love To crash and burnall you need is love
A tankard To hear the sigh As you pop the top Let the icy freshness Slide down your throat Guzzle the gasoline With a pair of matches One for you, one for me We’re fireworks, baby This is how fire works Technicolor Vomit in the sky Cyanide tends not to comply No easy stomach For love Only drugs and butterflies So my eyes are dragon eggs And hatch tomorrow Last time seeing Lets spend it in the dark The petrol burns brighter And china black reveals its purpose &nbs
by ~I-is-I-be
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by ~kiwiman16
the uproar of downpouran eyelid flashing white the city hangs upside downthe uproar of downpour
I fold the laundry as the world melts and stops holding it in
sheer relief these spaces between scorching the air between walls
my feet feel damp the ankle whines, squeezing- just thinking about the sidewalks in the morning
where carts of food, quicker than pedestrians will set up, as will hundreds of suitcases attached to bodies
routine, unsurprising even, this upset of habitual motion where the earth is pounded and cleaned du
by ~mySeity
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Here's that maso picture you wanted me to dump here.
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I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new...
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The Kiwi Lab Photography Fine Art Photography [link] Contact Me about commissioned work
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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The Kiwi Lab Photography Fine Art Photography [link] Contact Me about commissioned work
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You can see the work in progress here :
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i can give it to you when dp gets out and then i can give you starbucks?
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'tis better far
a fat penguin be
than a lion too skinny
(anorexia, you see)
ooo, approval, i liek that idea
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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'tis better far
a fat penguin be
than a lion too skinny
(anorexia, you see)
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"To live and not to breathe,
Is to die in tragedy.
To run, to run away.
To find what you believe,"
(Jesus of Suburbia- Green Day)
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Victims Aren't We All?
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