

gold, gods and gloryi know a kind boy my age he moved very far away homeless now because of fate and a family who abuses the title mothers love is for the bottle and father knows of no such thing gold, gods and glory
what god should give them power to squeeze a boys heart until it begins to bleed through his wide grin? and he does when he comes to see us and laughs like he used to for there is no life that could take away his love no one can honestly deny true power and glory come from love
yet all the gold that we consume is not


do not touch - edittomorrow we might say hello say hello and touch each other with spiderweb sticky hands you might say come here please please and then press down on the back of my tongue until I gag and cannot seedo not touch - edit
we'll promise each other no more and normalcy until next thursday until next thursday when someone when someone presses repeat
hello come here no more come here no more no more no more


Scarlet SqueezedShocked I saw my soul outstretched, fleshed and scarlet squeezed in strength, the blushing organ weeping, it was a beacon for the hungry, seeking. Terrified by lustful eyes that tempted me as well, there echoed passioned, empty promises that only rhythm quelled. The magnetic morsel calling creatures closer, extended to the world- I thought better of safety, and ate the tasty treat to hide within myself.Scarlet Squeezed


the place we find ourselvesWe ran between tree trunks, slotting ourselves perfectly into each other 's flaws. I had shoulders the crunched when I was touched, you had freckles that caused droughtsthe place we find ourselves
in my throat.
I dog-licked my veins back into cool waters and away from your revolving doors; lawn mowers whirled there, making a fresh may out of grassroots and vapid love, they unpeeled our hands to unearth those dead cells won't let go.
But sometimes we don't talk for days,
we lay in dirt like dead birds until the gravel shifts us back together.
It should


we are taprootsI will not panic in the absence,we are taproots
of your xanax hair that makes you feel like those things you try to believe in. Like your humor,
like your smile, like you're inflated to the bigger person you wish to chew on without letting the fat cells sink
to thigh-level and your skull to sky-level.
Your scowl is the one thing that makes my eyes turn into spiral stairs at 8am. We are more than car park friends now, I wait in phone boxes and you sit on rooftops
with your theorem-lids vomiting sleep -- you should not let them hit the ground, we do not know this g
Smooch!
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Oh teh joys!
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Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create se non etterne, e io etterna duro. Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.
You wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...
Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..
1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend
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"Knowledge is just opinion that you trust enough to act upon."
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We together make a limb.
(Red Right Ankle. The most beautiful song I've ever heard.)
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We together make a limb.
(Red Right Ankle. The most beautiful song I've ever heard.)
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The fat lady is coming.
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