pb

sometimes a few well placed words, like ice cold water, are enough to snap one back into reality

thanks, g'nite



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i want hair and skin and softness and breath and pleading hands and aftershocks and teeth on my ear and to pin you down and feel your ribs rub against mine and your insistence in my soul and your silence next to me always and your gaze like a jackhammer in my head and your sighs in my dreams and your name on my gravestone and your flesh running around on little feet with kool-aid smiles and i weary of the wait
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i have to walk everywhere. this is cool because i picked up a pair of chucks a few weeks back. first pair in over 15 years.


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this is for delusion, for she is my favorite d-word.


autumn is on the way. it plods toward me like...something wicked this way comes. prepare 'O gentle, beloved reader, for a daily deluge of delusional dissonance and discourse; for my distinct disposition is one disproportionately damaged by seasonal drift and death. doubled with decidous trees all afire and cold wind like death's fingers on your neck, i shall most likely delve into diffuse discourse of little import and much deploreable diction.






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"...though long gone, she won't let me forget
when at night i wake up in her sweat
a lonely brooklyn troll, - a ghost of red hook old
all i ask is please stay out of my dreams..."


"...don't spill a drop dear
let me kiss the curse away
yourself in my mouth
will you leave me with your taint...?"



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-pb



music: type o negative
book: avengers, brian lumley