where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Bruise me with your fists, break me with your will, iron out my insignificance through the glory unto you, build the wall outside my own and show me what I could have, then never let me have it, abuse me, sedate me, hate me, past the horizon of tomorrow, find the star imbedded in my …
He nods his understanding, and smiles nervously, his bottom lip trembling. “Your Mum’s telling you the truth honey, we didn’t leave Uncle Barry, he chose to stay behind and..” “And help everyone that was trapped in the cells out the back of the police station were released,” Sherry interrupts quickly.
Why do you see me, in the tree of pity, within a sea of suffrage, you tower above, while I look below, the tree of knowledge, of tomorrow, after the flow of another mirror, we are, you and I, you and all, nothing more than dust, in a memory of trees, when trees existed, before …
... of course If you want to talk to Butch, he’s happy to show you the video footage. But Butch and Mister McBurley have told me that you’re no longer welcome in the shop anymore.” “But it’s ludicrous, I was nowhere near here forty-five fucking minutes ago, I was at home...
Snakes and silver arrows, bloody beaten mindless violence in my eyes, pieces falling from the puzzle that is my mind, experience unstable desires, destroying another life not mine, worshiping a deity that is not your god, suffrage, breathe in the light of deviation, cascading forward, like an animal in the headlights, take a moment, and …
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Which mirror do you prefer, which darkness is the darkest, bewildered magician, secluded ritual, be mine, see within the smoke of today, long for it, wish that it will see you, forgive me, forget the moment of passion, feel the knife, wish it away, torment me, with your tainted ways, protest the salvation of tomorrow, as …
Vincent’s eyes open, and he looks down upon Damon with eyes weighed down with sorrow. “I’m sorry old friend, do you wish me to sprinkle crushed unicorn horn over my words, so they have a brighter, uplifting visage to them?” “A-Are y-you for real?” “Which part are you referring to?”
“This green earth? Who the fuck is writing your lines?” Ben says sarcastically. “Then it had to be the bus, maybe it was fitted out with a massive magnet, like the scrap yards have.” Fabian shakes his head. “Nah, the first thing he allowed us to do was walk inside.
“I can neither confirm, nor deny the information you require. Let’s just agree that obviously something, somewhere, with someone has taken place. But we neither know, or don’t know what happened, even though it holds no sway over this here conversation, or situation.” He answers proudly, puffing up his chest.
Misguided play toy, make the sinner sing, bleed the flesh, mark the scar, break open the intended servitude, want, need, take me, lust over that which you own, wash away the flesh, silence the cries with the knife of skin, subject me, suffocate me, cut me, scar me, make me, replicate me...
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