DUSTY HOPE

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  • Woody and Flashlight

    Woody and Flashlight

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    Adventures in Note Taking I got “abandoned” to Frank and Alice, Jael says. Jael is currently the note taker. Language of abandoning syndromes – to leaky freaky whims of my pie, of nature. One knows its function is as a fiction. Chars often show up in triplicates. Char is something short of character, more like…

  • Patches or Matches

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    Letting loops fly flame through all posey rose-ypants on fire. While St. Brigid goes through year of clean water.  Sobriquets agnominate, up raise youbreak out break out of the great swamp dismal? Back to solid ground. Pound. Pound. Pound. They see hog and baby ugly sounds.I see Pound’s freak repeating hymnals.Where threadsfind chutesweaves hurl opaquely…

  • Pastiche vs. Gothic Grotesque — rewrite, let run on let go of so much formal

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    Collecting New Notes On Trickster gods view of gargoyles as entry to pastiche. Pastiche gives entry into absurd, and Pluri party in general. Absurd gives entry into poetry as piss. Pastiche lets all gods come thru as mischiefs. Even language is resorted to mischief. Views: 1

  • Vampire’s Char Le Main 🥃

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    Something bountiful beautiful, angry hungry stunned beating back a petulance of demons rangy elixir collapsing into the night, predatory quizzical snares air touches rapture phantom and lair seeds a flood of antimatter. Eye to sweet sic sense, heightened up on ceiling caught red handed. Get down. Get down get down from there. Monkey lamb let…

  • Hilltop Park/Body H8

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    Angelic quandaries unsettle frenetic cloning for the moon in symptoms of doom. Make me into a bristling broom. I can’t stop doing it. Cant stop sweeping for nuggets. Death releases the temptations from their horror. Score transit against tip of sky. Its hard its hard its hard not to deify. Suddenly get wildly confused so…

  • & ease meant/Body H8

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    Gonna call her Mel. And its about Mephisto vs. Existential lobotomies. Not lobotomies – be conscious, this is serious stuff. I have clowns and bears. that overtake me. hmm. Clowns insert jest that is oppo – camus does that but as a french delicacy. Bears on the other hand, growl. Who else growls, does bukowski…

  • Symptoms of Idiomatic Sublimation –

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    Actions Lucy Argues with Wally over making up Plays on Symptoms of Idiomatic Sublimation, Heavy Froth, Torch, and Lure for a Cure.  Am ordering books on Stage Managment and and a thesaurus for theatre on Actions. But thoughts themselves come in drunken waves, Mur and Slur, Lucy thinks sure it looks like Love, love isnt…

  • Bats Fly Pigs Dig/Novella

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    Stomach Contents Boom boom boom. Push through push through. Pain beckoned in flames. Waft divisions of LuLu’s heart. To make them shut up. Boom boom boom. Sublime — finds neg peg, nail for pail, catch for blood drip drip drip — that sacrificial emptiness flashing through. Like firecrackers. Boom boom boom. Something in the sand…

  • Last Kiss

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    Last kisses turn buck shy, then grow suddenly fetid ferocious, then lapse into feeling free, what breaks the heart preserves it, too. Tin can eyes and art made of string. The archangel like a pumpkin is back in my bones like values and tools and jewels and a mule, hooves that gnaw at wood, its…

  • Niagara Falls 🥃

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    Shocked when sweetness intercedes since so many died as treason to believe. Sweetness bottled up  by tightness in the jar. Nectar closes in. But hearts wear cards  never empty of the need. Wishes can come true red white and blue. Ponchos and wreathes, shyness & slyness & indeterminacy. Defend its nuance? be its feud. Be…

  • Churched on the absurd

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    A bird  a game bird churched  on the Absurd as humor and sign hacking after Rhyme.   Tread sea waves recast off of blasts  fish with hunger  tender belly insatiable fix in for plunder. Thunder swoons along a listening arc puzzled guzzles to its ramp up lift grammar grimoire  sorrow and scar brisk it brisk…

  • 06 Bad Mitten

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    Darkness tumbles in like snow beauty runs off is a runaway takes everything offsite everything off off roams hangar like a sung up snake capturing recyclables crushing cans darkness growls its reek brutality hand out hand out for a positive magnet something out is wanting out out out of control from the righteous. Views: 78

  • Swill Bot of Days 🥃

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    Dug up a shellgills purple and blue.Shell-found and bounda swarm of oysterWith license to burn.Steepedin signs Heart and its dartsWhat wrenches and shinesRutting deep and marrowBraving swoonsof rapture and sorrowFiery findschurched on the absurd.Sacred in itsardormuzzled, puzzledBy its griftunforgivable lift.Gauntletat brinksThrows down,the lofty sinks, intoPassions crypto and orchidSub versiveand more bid Panicky for your gaze.Stoic,…

  • Flying Nun

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    Claudine – Falling in love. Transference. From Thought to Language. When topics are love and love appears as a beyond hope – there is no reality, shadows as orbital, incurs calibration with transference, otherness, occultation, the ecliptic, subject itself as language of death. Claudine is a: Fool in Love. Surrounded all sides by respectability taboos…

  • Throwing the Board

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    My Turn Guess it was my turn to throw the board. My turn for Fury to erupt. Mantra from The East, repeats and repeats, its nothing its nothing, thats its all in my head – composed to the addle of beautiful minds. I dont think other people accountable, as if at the controls, for shit…

  • performance for picture

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    Die visibility: collapse Die Delete all  Composting  SERIAL  SERIAL Die visibility: collapse Die Chicken (roasting)  Die die die die visibility: collapse void  American cheapie,  Die die die Reply  visibility: collapse approach with terror  Fritter  fritter fritter  driver  in the configuration  walks unsteadily  Die visibility: collapse.   Views: 126

  • Jar and Feather 🧤

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    Badland thumps through my brainborn of rain screamers elect to disappear into the fear into the flame. A finger runs down the saw of fireas slices up my anterior brain. Blight goddess arises sweet wan host a rhythm method for burning toasty.Float up, float up –makes the dashes glowall that lovejust surplus coneyroiled and riled…

  • blipping at zorro

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    Ending still needs more work Kisses handles cherries for vandals cloaks through my martyrs and heats up my null. Enters under patternicity clustering apophenia the sun bright blighty noos and scull. Pulls a bender on a sender    horn of torn keeps vacuum warm. Vague indecencies at high pie frequencies lab on fire stealing for…

  • Flower Drum Song

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    Couple of months of sheer underwear heaven, she says to herself over and over. Underwear heaven is a new sobriquet for The Badlands. She loved The Badlands. The freedom there to persist as chimera of beauty (and longing): as resilience itself, as question mark, as yearning, as contemplation, as pyschomancy, etc. Its loss as a…

  • Kafka House Coffee/Sketches

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    Abstract: When stuck with Judgement Day voices in a Murderous Wave of Casual Contempt. Once sideshow knife throwers circus-cloaked naif, strapped (willfully) to cartwheel target, found murdered with three knives in her neck, and gurgling through blood in teeth: “martyrdom is mostly about loss.” Topics for Detective Hunker Down when he can get to it:…

  • Hydroid the Void 🥃

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    Radio-opaque on the take. Sabotage assumes miraculous blooms. Scared feral sweeps where trickster weeps batters the eye dances on a battle cry. Curvinerved, adunc with ambivalence. Charms curried by a confusion of furies. Eternal drizzles on the abyssal. Adding up up up to a glorious descent. Teased and torn freedoms forlorn. Anglers that spoof for…

  • Try before you buy

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    V2.8 thinking this needs to be revised, divvied up, maybe belongs in 3 sep poems.  All is gallgull and skull.Slides down helter skelterfor tools of love it takes and takesa thank you ratesconsiders it a gift?Death becomes this new circumference.As it matters at all!that it peaks and fallsrides the horses out therefor that something eaten by the…

  • Love, Timidity & Impudence

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    V4.2 Coming together finally. Visibility & Collapse How, in lurching waves of splendor, moony loony lude defiant, and supplicating, got caught in a struggle with death, with distance and blankness – Caught in a dire form of dread, where present tense seamlessly disappears, insensibly vanishes into perturbances at edges of meaning, muttering for salvation. If…

  • GM loves GP

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    Version 2.3Yearner madness basing for stuntshunts like a punter bunt bunt bunt! Rather moonling than dead,haul raven off to face insane dread.Aching void Flos Campi bang bang, moltswindy wicked lavish jolts.Gods of Nih -survey every slice.Call bounder off to substitutionary sacrifice.Willing victim partakes religiously in own grief.Feast of the innocentsa bonnie bred fleece.  For lorn, for lornthe flute is porn!Raised…

  • Visibility Collapse

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    V2.2Vagrant, a fodderers Mounty phantom lootingin stemmy pursuit of gad incipient trills:Ahoy the nill to spill andfrill your billwith Scatterers Bounty.Too bad too sad, shock therapy as I lay mooning and spooningpall its vittles and what naught.A troper of doomdrinking to impressthe will & the wobbly a noble distress.Meantime anxious to find powers to unwind whereat…

  • Pronoun Shifters/Body H8

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    Stoppers Lucy switching television, falling into sleep where plays over porn and wantum random thoughts in and out of swoon ocean drifts, curse of the perched. Agatha snorts searching for “tremors” in semiology. The endless defenseless ramps to replete. Lucy says shut up. Be gentle. Fort Knots Lucy wants Hieronymus to collaborate. Be undead. Cold…

  • Terminal Determinator

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    V2.5Now  Being — Now HANDLING?!? Now Considered  disabled /? That part in screenplay, that starts with a pan in -Girl watching  while reading with sound off & captions turned onsomething always something”classical” Spanish.  Referring to that period Holy Toledo everywhere anywhere bombs went off.  Still struggling with dead on the beaches crying leeches, going postal  and what that bought. Seamstress…

  • Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who/Sketches

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    Version 1.7 Come out from behind and tremble like a gun. The more thunk about, more pastiched said dementia overdetermined. Never say never. Living the dream. Getting disgusted with themselves? Hard to tell, when happy as Larry shell bathing in The Royal Hot Springs. Why I love taking mud baths with Dr. Who? Hopeless off license, treachery…

  • Written in a Country Churchyard ✅

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    Every particular  case of resistance  reduced to a computation very sad at the thought alternatively give  a second opportunity  by change of circumstances  curse the restless stock  and cough. Map the Dryads  waking among them  sickening wave as ripped back the skin  the proud animal  was taken out.  Moonlit road down the vista through the…

  • Honey Chopped ✅

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    I have a lovefor pure, sentimentally demurereconnaissance.The remit to seeafter it,to hearin sounding of wavesa collusion, a solicitous infusiongullible pansthe carcass of my faith.As when eerie,]squirm insolublechide monstrousprey to madness.Faithless fodder upturns, in holy spellsof wack a mole hell.And I can’t stop it,horror chases me down,lose it lose itThrow the damn board oh happy dagger,misericord.Then in…

  • Raven & The Peach/Body H8

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    Draft 1.3 Pretty Raw Peaches is up and running, engaged in it in a way that accepts its theatricality and in-dealing or something —  As access and bounty and wind, wind through the curtains. ASIDE: A BattleHard Burrow’s cozy curtained, bit stinky, cat crawling, window-covered bunker, how he mysteriously locks and loads – where dreams…

  • Nap tune with Neptune 🧤

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    To throw light upon the theft of night seize sugar for holy water peeing into hell where will yam tell for the unknown ran ahead of intelligence never far from blood in eye filled with holy divisions. Sirens skid away from avalanche of time sliding into temptations of fervor and contempt. Verdigris violent eclipse of…

  • Blade of Either Or 🥃

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    Posted for towingbest to keep things goingtake it in and let it swim wade through traps, opening and closing,cause and night where blow  wondrous misdirectionsput up a fight skimming fishes for wishes  in points at depths.Smitten, accidentally knock over a corpsefind its head glowing -comes awakea vasty scopiousfull of give and take.In shimmering grave, the gravid pavidlavish lieswhere flung over wall kit…

  • In An Anonymous Nutshell ✅

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    Hell silent as an eggshell whispered sounds profound and sin taunt and grazed a rave blue oblivion. From out of a sully murk cruel beautiful fancies  blunt & gloomy with desire tantalized, impelled  a sordid blue reign  a dystopian umpire. Through dread walls thick with daily woe  there willed a flame to breach that urgency that…

  • Raids of Grain

    Raids of Grain

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    Hits and runs the midnight sun. Mining pining winds of oblivion gusting through displacements transversing fire and death. Sirens trill and tires rant quix oats full of lov risking life for death and the shouting mad. Here comes. The bad. Jolts reflect the tinkling tinkling dualities skinning across the surface a sweeping array of larkness…

  • Merry with Andrew/Sketches

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    Draft 2.1 Learning to have deference again, that  it is what it is, even if it isn’t what it isn’t. Spawns like a counterweight to PouLou’s beloved hysteria. As always, she shouts: to overcome a cornered lovely blasphemy – obese with obstinacy, stupidity, cowardice. You have to have respect for a madhouse, and its luster…

  • A Lost Art ☑️

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    Fallen angels do not wait  for operations of justice hell being too eager with impetuous desire  liquid with fire an ignitability that is sticky and buoyant  burning with sensitivities intrigues and scepticism. It grows and grows  every feather  a blue hotel a flog for the marring  a phantom ship  a mouldering heap –  Leaps at tens…

  • This Schwinn For Hire V3

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    Third rewrite. Getting there. Intent content dis placement mis step into the in definite  echoing echoing murmurs bribes something opaque cosmic belt of shadowing allegory fizz whizz into a bottle battle of enumerating marvels. Mystery of love because of the because time out of time.   Sweet and sordid haughty gaudy florid shields catch weight  shape of thought ammunition…

  • Deadfall Metaphors 🥃

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    Furtif slippery lures Wanton phallic fervors’ overtures Thunderbirds fed on fire and dread Wave after wave of venal quackslavery Bleeds into the goatish night punchy and bright Bobbers up at every whispering cross Hovering haywire freedoms albatross Glimmering with desire exploding cross multiplier My cryptoforest soul duffer for Aladdin’s Magnetic monopole, holloway and ditch Batardeaux…

  • The Big Easy ✅

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    Vehemence of exercise.The lampA brickThe burning pit A musical glassFlaming forge of life. Eyes growstray as an echo Air and axe streaming with war and pillars of ecstasy.The lurespies a spur Shadowsrustling noctilucent Harkeningto speak with ocean Larks unfurltidals swirl Skies raise the dead,Spells darkeningruptureswarm with hellstorm with life. Knees beside sacred and tornlike Biblical cornunder the hollyDante’s lovevital or follyTalking…

  • Vibist/Body H8

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    Draft 3.7  In the works N’deen Tarwater did not want to quibble with intrigues, seemingly again struck at a revolving glass threshold, that sealed the in from the out. An ever rotating bridge of sighs that sprang before her, a revolving door both effuse and capricious, a door that sang with death, with confiscation and…

  • Sweetness and Ecstasy/Sketches

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    Very early sketch Whenever dream turns into possibility of going from fuzz to fabric, like a Charles Dickens dreaming in collar and muff, its fabrication halos over death the great McStuffin as running out of dust, into life, swallowing the banality of suggestion whose wonders thrill and heave – its miracle stunned with crazy content(ment)…

  • Möbius Morbid Muff and Stuff

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    Love rages trying to get out. Cant. Cant get out. Batters ram ram ram ram as walls come closing in cloaked in arrays’ abduction and dismays. Love burns my heart into a rigid block of chisel and cunt hammer hidrosis bristle brush hosepipe. The gall and glory of its nail sail and quail for tail…

  • Dreaming in x’s

    Dreaming in x’s

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    Feather akilter the blood red fed and shed and bandaged blue there is no blue without orange. A cardinal vein a riotous spin never fails to fly, and pistle the whither and amplify. Unlearnable as the sky yearns abaft the beam gems and germs forever turnworms. Its freezing, its freezing. But anyway stay. Let waves…

  • Libanomancy 🥃

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    Heaven sent. A flighty trowel. To clatter & scour. Darkness hitches through wonder a wooze heart’s slippery stake, unexcused. Coats with feather and tar shimmers in red hopes ajar. Brandishes a cross that plumbs with graphite covered thumbs. Windy for a joss of your stick. Calls and prayers crack & whiff dust the skin from…

  • How to Learn to Love A Death Star/Sketches

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    Draft 5.1. Shopping for Premise Too far – gone baby gone? hoarding scars of lament affection which holy serve the perv and ride the curve as miracle gutter for passions’ best loved wrongs, songs, righteous ding dongs – devour the worm? Fight for the germ. Gone baby gone. To approach willful excalibur taboo, sly and…

  • Undead As 4th Gender 🥃

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    Heroic Fiend of Lots Roses in porn are heroic born. Every death over a desire made confetti of mutants in the milestone millsone zone, release license in th damp, a scamp and lamps, not just Alladins. Fallig back the Sheherizade of the 1001 mutations on tremors fears and seductions and horror as a whiplash effect.…

  • Byrons lemming stops at brink to have a think ✅

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    Byrons lemming twitches with horror & glee, love & death fetches bewitches Extracts acuteness from desire in perpetual industry. Cuts open my throat to feed its hungry fishes, biting biting. Wage rage get out of my cage terse and estranged buffering suffering Splitting pitting to let it out voice & scream of a wild &…

  • The Quiet One/Body H8

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    CHARS are sitting here right underneath go in search for them, cut out the latin grammar, see if can translate into present tense, go in on char. Being broke was a kind of suspension, a privileged disease. Its needs so intransigent, brutal, endless. Its hunger a rage of demands that provoked a wild restless vanity…

  • Un Less

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    Roams for a rest backcountry prepossessed   cannot in itself destroy or complete   near shades of extortion where sorrows meet. Like terror, is an arsenal  for availing freedom.   Old weapons  appropriate oceans of sky waterwheel blooms and swoons alongside.   While bloody-minded makes mudholes  loves unnameable treasons rejolt  turns and burns a migratory bulls-eye…

  • del sagrado corazón 🥃

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    Rhyme is a pulley but liberates like slough, sunk in at its edges verily carries me off. Its ancient hinge releases my refugee – the unreachable wound, an unrepentant effigy. Hostages provocateur stalk the undone tossed up like a shipwreck under a mock or mean sun. Blows like a fire eater into the overbright playing…

  • Basing on Blake ✅

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    Quench quench wanhopes ?oh holy light – possessed of daywhere spirits stray cannot in itselfdestroy or complete near shades of extortionwhere sorrows meet. Timeless ralliesbuck & ween – cavort with terrorlike an arsenal – for freedom? Old weapons reloadpropriate oceans of sky the waterwheel flows -swoons, burbles – outrides! Bloody-mindedmake mudhole, sudden game ballbounds out…

  • Hand of Flood 🥃

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    Steams schemes silent night screams fall into your belly in a mischievous frenzy a holy child, wing of foot torrents of hair cursed hand of blood. A battle of angels, sweet pathogens of love. Loyal & savage panicky mournful avid. Plods divine? Beneath purple misty mountain through a killer pipeline. Views: 20

  • Ziv/Body H8

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    Get up pull up, the pointing chin. At Ziv’s stone skipping horizons, as tremors pop pop and glide through his prisms of shimmering obscurity, every debilitating obscurity known to man! Ziv cuts a staggering neurogenic figure, whose tasks blaze candor –  And sniffing, Yeux-de-Chauve-Souris’ deceptively simple stylishesness? But then, but then there reaches straight across the bountiful…

  • Glow & Yeux/Body of H8

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    Suffocation Glow Weeny is high dungeon. Demons giggle with lush red posies of a magnified slow death. Pictures of girls – across walls of spacious gallery, huge dead-posed to a mystery, as tragic and murder on a sea of velvet. As sorrow and overkill. Gorgeous as hell. Crazy Mary Crazy Mary’s table. Who any day…

  • paroles la mer

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    Revised Mouth of cave where looters raid   slope of philosophers took a bath –   there just where fire slings ancient flood   following dots nostalgic for blood.   Lures at lengths pur dur sur and stripe.   Inscrutable nonrefundable irreputable.   Down the down stairs smugglers notch & to your saturnine right.   October reprisals the…

  • Excitonium/Sketches

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    Bridge of Signs Because to try and do so makes Pinky crazy. Even just to think about it. And she can’t control what that does, to herself or other people. Stinky is a death star. And the hatred that erupts from Pinky’s not being able to overcome its hold over her – its glorious ring…

  • Bunny Manifesto/Body of H8

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    Making in roads On the phone can to can. Love the strings. Plays it again, no sooner as begins, becomes infected with beauty and reckoning. Mists of plunder wonders savage playful bold and sorry gusting plussage, sorrow & dole. Lust and bust. Victim and scold. Wonder & scorn, laces. At bottom of glowing disdain is…

  • Frank in a Stein & Whip Poor Wills/Body H8

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    Whippoorwills Two words: slavery and freedom. Spark like a train whistle blowing high and stark, in dank dark treasury of Pinky’s bosom impossible with love and merit like a train beating back the wind, by powers and sorrow of love. As whistles howl long and low along the byways with brute material ecstasy at all…

  • The Royal Hospital

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    & birthday after take a stroll. museum uncratered once famous Goal. & spit at murderers beneath our feet. & wiz at pirates who make us meat. & Kiss the Blarney, right stone cold. Where fell on knife and ate swans gold. Swelled beneath euphony, wisteria like. A garble of marble. The mystery of mould. Leda’s…

  • Vanna Gutta/Body H8

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    first draft Shake it off, beauty is schism. There is anger and horror in her heart like flint and stones. Stop the rhythm. Yells silently, her head up, a deep breadth plodding, supposed to be cold outside, tapping scuff of boots against wall against desk, the moon is wretched, she stalks at the machine –…

  • My Punditry is a slave to death 🥃

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    Anothers body morgued, alack another timeless multiple attack flies the buzzards about adorned now with constutional screeds circling circling where love lies again bleeding. Guns hankering to be fired with a buyers mad greed have gun will travel and die for your country’s dire constitutionality sweet chicken feed! A brochure of bullets raving for grace…

  • Ransacking Humptiness 🧤

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    Running for A Life ransacking love and death sweetness and throws as an emptiness of warring consequence, Sang beauty’s miraculust tantrums that a heart that dissipates  accumulates buck and wing fecking tireless are the detonated Fearless skies along with the terror-ridden dormants are asides fired up with pride pride is a rush of anguish. Heaps…

  • Ensalivé

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    Find credence reading bloodstones for contradictions immutable. Crash and condom insolute fingers at my neck teetering & inscrutable. Magic & fire locking horns paint this body an unyielding color of salmon diving pink into the red. Spawning eggs on banks of gravel scandalously high! as a mountain of death. Love is weather love is the…

  • The D Word/Novella

    The D Word/Novella

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    ✅ Ringer LuLu is laying on a narrow bed in an apartment in Detroit. Its a room she is subletting. nothing there is much hers. her hair is a blend of streaks of orange and yellow. the tatoo on the back of her neck is an eyeball with wings. she has no f&cking money except…

  • Will Ye Nill Ye

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    When hole in chest turns green wind grows breathless that reeling feeling that burns & woos that panic ensues. Impassionate leanings weighted percussive held captive by moods lugubrious & eruptive. Swinging high on the hive saints alive  freedoms devious skip to the loops. Luminous bedbugs traffickers, snoops. Beauty’s rogue economy truth and dare my toilers…

  • Soft Spot/Body H8

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    Language bandied with mock cackling suffusion. Cal thought: emptiness learning how to bleed.

  • Cat Among the Ruins ✅

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    How thrives on wonder sprees a greedy loam for honeycomb. Lust raids in gusts forever reborn, nursing and cursing its exemption. Enemy in dark savors rattle, boot + saddle riddled with irreplacebility for bait of fate. Crotchets carrying off the lame scratch at door scuttle insane. Tameless are the nameless that veer among straits plucky…

  • On a night train to see Cal/Body H8

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    Haute le Couer thinking of Victor de Loveleye. On a night train to see Cal in Tennessee. Falls into beautiful treachery whose desires outrange the purposes of existence. Dire flood of beauty and transgression like swallowing a heart & sword & lust of allah of jesus – angels are threats angel of Victor de Loveleye’s…

  • To be and not

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    A bloom of negative love ?? love destroys me poetry toils and soils one can get lost in waves of destruction as a blessed feat of thwart beauty, angst is a hoarder, in order to have it – at all ?? withhold as a behavior seeking to control it ?? Why cant defeat the runaway…

  • suspiral vent

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    At bottom sits jokers wild   wild with blastments bloodbird & riddled   curmurrings pose villianry sweet and dangling   mingle-mangles my storming breathlessness   as drums smoke pores violently open   glomming torched spun & rattling   into your arms seditiously soaking   the bloodguilty throat of a whir & drone iron lung  …

  • Thirsty Critters

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    Fashion thing. I must have la belle, beauty. She coexists as a monster of wonder and darkness. Horror tears her apart as a demon with wings. La Belle is a mechanism for creating fundamental relationship with honor and death?  When beauty is lost in the dysentery, beauty hiding out in bottom lands, hell is a place of descent.…

  • Blind Spots/Sketches

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    First she drove by a dead cat, it was off by the side of the median, probably thrown there – white with black markings.  Not much later, she hit a swerve just around a curve – a dead deer. Et tu? Driving in her car, its morning quite early and the sky is a sunless periwinkle tint…

  • Whats under your hood

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    Sot with love and cosmic death   horrors magic tragic fruit of poisonous tree –   itches fishes and twirls for pluralismo worlds   multangled to the ashery. Views: 34

  • Sweet Heresies of Love ✅

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    Heart awakensancient impatient ransoms of desire.And the sorrows that ply for ithaunt it, yearn it.Burn baby baby, rue and cry.Wryness aroused by stunts and anguish how they languish.Alights a slippery scarefire. Love can be a breathtaking breach. An afterbirth, that bubbles and shrieks.Desires growing more and more obscene with pain.Unruly raptures. Impenetrable treachery.Dancing with mayhem.…

  • Beauty that burns 🥃

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    Beauty that burns turns unruly raft like wings tethered to the sky.   Drizzling sizzles in schisms of passion, naysay & fury –   Hell before heaven, its raining fire.   Wild reckless misery a standoff – rebuke. Wary the lonesome fighter softhearted, big blighter –   Holy terrors ? exilic bloodlust both primate and lute…

  • combust with dust ✅

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    As turns up again horse and the headless salt of its sink the nil to a null mull. Ghost of spinning gun in basement 11 that weighs a grant and cocks a death rant. Pounding in heart at the start wore me apart. Best make a run for it. Its listlessness a violent abyss an…

  • Wad Squad

    Wad Squad

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    By Dusty Hope Dear hands down your pants. So the wind won’t blow it all away. In regards to horror and sin embraced in waves of haunting panic reaching for free and the wanting to be. The pie o my, dialed in upsurging with overtures pang gangs of angst. Wending a way way beastly balk…

  • The Will & The Wanderer/Sketches

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    An endless visionary parade of splendorizing romantic thresholds, of a pressing relentless susceptivity. Everything that sank in, seemingly sank first through a latent overmuchness of desire – spectacularly agape for uplifts of sorrow. This divine crime, this lucious murderer of time, stuck fast to speechless depths. Cloying, burning, turning forever in on itself. Her sex…

  • God Awful/Novella

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    ✅ Wistful plightings of sorrow, ruin, slaughter, despair, violation, surrender, sacrifice. Glimmered for LuLu LeSuere with the weight of magical charms. Easily seduced by sadness and desires that stretched to the sky, beyond beautify. With a travesty’s penchant for abomination, a wall of devout ferver drowning in tales of power and horror, hopes diffused to…

  • Épi De Fleur ✅

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    Mischiefs relay le feu sacré catching blazes the looking glass bits. My tongue my tongue apposes its thumb — functioning ambisinister fissilingualist. Views: 28

  • Swept Way 🥃

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    A rolling fire in a tire of merciless desire causes and raptures to resist, or desist its raw caw-caw purr and paw escaping banalities magnified into poison raids the morn ferns into porn corn o’er the bleak becomes the reborn… My monkey hate for squirrels and bate how the subterfuge escalates… spins the tan out…

  • Rape of the Crock

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    First rhyme ever sent caused pain – soulful literary gallant hung up on me never spoke to me again.   In poetry hung a deadly fore-edge – did not comprehend bloody ravening demonographer sword swallowing my pen.   Its brazening out after hungers raw tragic meat – beset with lash turbulent flashes bonking sacred crucifixions…

  • Apotropaic ✅

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    Free from pander? free from shame? The divine implacability of sorrow. Melts like fire, generations of pain Loot and branch, bloom and flame. Hike morale patch, over evil eye Transcend divinity, tower of slain — With a revery of hopes, and the power of rain. Views: 36

  • Endgames ✅

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    Beauty is a flame seeking relief ravages embossed with hunger and loss sink straight up while falling falling falling off. Demons for love smoke out thresholds, where she panics. Love estranged is cursed  with holy water, that perverts compliance into defiance. And death into scheming eternity into meaning. Views: 2

  • The Hulk/Body H8

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    It blew and blew and blew. Something pinned her up against a sacred wall, begging for it and running away, begging for it and running away – wild as hell. Haute-le-Couer couldnt understand why it was so crazy. Living on and off a beggar’s cross, of what – sacrificed tomorrows, how beauty can mischief, estrange,…

  • Rhyme in the Coconut/Novella

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    ✅ Lugubrious & tilt-illating Living death or broke? Awash in hatred, its miracle mire – religious, bloody, sexual. Strangely empowering and devouring. Boredom rang of hopelessness, a living death. And this job, as it turned out, was drudgery. Presently, hidden away. Inside a well of seats inside a Mall. An alcove surrounded by big potted…

  • Bottom of Thole

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    Caught like fish, down your wishing well pants   mining for holy bodies a hoarder of blooms masks of venus holy rioters holy moon   wild at borders between divine and hope bewilder’d high – the sank u wary dangling on a bridge of rope –     Views: 6

  • Sweetie

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    Sweetie driven underground by torments bound to Insect Wheel Coffin Fly that lays boute-selle with visions meat and chuck, as terrors tightening mount & f&ck – bull markets peak leak heap corrupt! Profound & deadly with dismay. Not stop butterflying the escaping wind, whose terrors subsume a carthorse of sin – Love – fret and staunch,…

  • FORLORN PORN/Sketches

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    lovely morbid anti hero istically affected by forlorn porn, otherwise known as depression – ha ha. horny sordid convulsing frays – fractus, frangere, ions of my reversal pining down the ricochet like its a slow motion bell letting off steam from the rail roads of love screaming, at loss and a-toss with love, horror and…

  • Saving Mucky Graces/Body H8

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    melodramas from the girlie reviews and strip joints and war time brothels and junk halls mystified the sun, with dense squalor, raging rapturous with desire and the tirless wheel of mooning for richies adoration glories crash and flirt flirt and crash temptations toss to unharsh the sun tunneling druid with scalding hatred. oh dont say…

  • Pride Ride Hide Side 🧤

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    Titles are things that chase me down hallways speaking to themselves mumbling ungraciously in search of what goes on underneath that spills into a gorge ponderous with duty and creepy lusts for busting out of the rad had mad sad bad… Shadows hanging at altars mythics after high high peaks and the holy hell where…

  • Pernicious Contrary

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    Stuck inside fatelessness pain killers, a lid contrary pernicious – insidiously delicious ransacking irreconcilability truant with death  punching at oblivion for a sick f&ck of – meth ? Loosen your change all seething and wreath spiking the bitters – cold, trenchant & sweet. Views: 23

  • horror scope/Body H8

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    horrorscope. for Haute le Couer. god awful. a mining horror. the whole place, ditch down deep, topples in on her. like a warped call for justice that ends in unspeakable tragedy – and the only way out is through devious means! hell bent sirens cracked this up. Haute is now calling it the Frankenstein years.…

  • Pasta La Vista

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    1Meet mein a bar afar.Rustle me outof this ocean wreck,urchin for toolsBering Strait.2Meet meon the Bridge of Sighsbell and the fogharrow and cark.Kiss a graceof this hour and face.Pull me outof this can of fire.3Every needling thirstblooming into an hypnotic curseruck and lurkingatoning with desirepander and thunderand wonder and plunderhot and sullen a chariot to…

  • Problems with proof of existence/Novella

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    CREEPY. Life inside LuLu’s magical soul of terror. The theatrics of horror, she calls it. The whole thing glows in the dark. Its a glowing encumbrance. A rag-tag mystery coiled against quasi religious wars, a perversion of slave-trading for love and sex, forged in magic. Its unspeakable stuff, these “sacred books.” Searching as LuLu does relentlessly…

  • Stealing Beauty/Sketches

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    “I stole the jar.” And it almost destroyed her. Left to scarecrow in the madness. An influence so life changing – it has to be viewed as holy destructive. Pure of heart, broken by life, floating down the river of love, with flowers of madness pasted sentimentally to her chest. Dying intimately again and again…

  • Angels Who Tinkle/Body H8

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    CRAZY old rumor – in olden days people wore hats, they all wore hats –  to church. To protect heads from angels – who tinkle – ?! Priorities being with great and respectful care w.r.t jingle-jangle, of per fuming angels scares, lairs, dares, stares (i.e. with localizing excretion). For Haute le Couer – a hat…