Subliterate Swoons And A Side of Dead

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Love tired lost found  adders batters kitchen.  Down the dumdum down. Lunatic moments dance music wealthy healthy? to dance  for the love of She Tor Song. Kiss out all the evil  skinny and scorn.Continue reading

Intro Flo

Intro Flo My name is Flo. And I am a cess, I am cessed with the work of angels and my life as an insect. Also drawing on gesture in a manipulation of thumbnails videotapes headshots. All articles of concession confession or prognosis — are stolen mind you, stolen. Flo’s…Continue reading

lit bit, of a scream v1

Dunning condum nation Sometimes, turn it on here – just to capture its horror on me, its rebellion, expository cry in expunge of darkness. Sometimes shrills up the hill – caroms and catches a cross current of feeding grounds, running around with a stick and other waves of shambling dynamite,…Continue reading

My brother the warrior

Brother was first enemy. Ow. Falling is time, it falls in on me. His bloodwork fills skies. Hobbit not one for moving. Moving. Oh swords kids angry jet Fret bet dimmmm. Heart of warrior, chases the heart. Death takes a bath here — its everything. Cant make sense of it….Continue reading

Nasturtiums Assassins

Ears for years. I will go to my death with a kiss for it, for the feast of fishes. Marm gears heart charms. I know my courage is like the sound of armpit gooseberry. Salients consider something of a poison? half and halfs like me. For mine, this half: has…Continue reading

Pen Elopee Pissant – x 6

Pen Elopee Pissant V2 Deathwish the blood succubussed enchanted with destiny’s trial. Hungers plunge range of strange succumming courses of hell to pay abandon hope — untames the raven. And all and dust unspeakable theanthropical lusts. Flowers and poison peddles through the wretched for breach for lovely inclement harpy and…Continue reading

Says Camus

As comes the melting snow, a pile on. Where hate grows a gorgeous head, beckoning bait grows sate with dead. Picture a fat trout on dry dock. Eye opened dead. Promises Promises. Lets do fish and chips. Growl, agree to disagree, and gently sip. Back on the burner chewing and…Continue reading

Twirls My Baton

Poison Slinks Everything is a voyage to somebody. Not fight that. Let la lang bang be shared. Sill fill till the tank. Woo my cacophony — let them in, let beauty in and the snake will lure — Urgency for beauty mysteriously buries mine in cantankerous love / lore. Its…Continue reading

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