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loneliness in tiger boneswhen can the megabyte disconnect the rattling hypocrisy?loneliness in tiger bones
loneliness accelerates the tiger underneath the liberal.
loneliness steams the shot.
the bulb stalls loneliness past your bearded package.
how can ambrosia negotiate loneliness?
by ~evaporatedheart
feelings...eww i felt something disturbing like a seat warm from another's derriere but this isn't something you can just avoid by shifting your hips it's as a huntsmen all teeth and howls at the moon as you cower under a bush unavoidable, inescapable, inexorable and completely terrifying like the fist of a tightwad on a copper penny tight and clammy and cold ewwfeelings...
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vacant.Look at her; she’s a porcelain doll with never-ending milk legs all stapled to the bed, thirteen years young with forty-eight years suffocating her figure. He’s right up to her baby lips, offering cigarette breath and grinding his stubble on her cheeks, it reminds her of gravel and she closes her eyelids as it falls across her neck, inhaling the cloud of dust.vacant.
The curtains are draped across the sky, dried blood red casting shadows she can’t tell the ends of. A dim flicker of a light and maybe a filter of moonshine illuminate the crevasses of his eyelids, forehead and awry mouth. His skin tastes of sweat and earth.
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by ~marcobat16
like Trotsky in Mexicoi conjugate apples to apples replacing you with syntactic dribble, spilling onto my shirt, buttoned collar to crotchlike Trotsky in Mexico
i am marrying words like you married your dolls in the seventh grade the little weddings, bride a tacky white christmas tree, white as pearl, crashing into a cake, breast-like goblets as the groom snickered softly to himself and slipped the ring down his throat like a hook on a fishing line. she was left, a Great Red Spot on her Jupiter panties, a glazed wreck on the tongue of red velvet. &nb
by ~PaperRequiem
Cannibal Cafe Rocks TownCannibal Café Rocks TownCannibal Cafe Rocks Town
The poet, Stanislaw Lec said, "Is it progress if a cannibal uses a fork?" According to a serene town in the South-west, the answer is yes, and sometimes a spoon for the soup special (roast-toe stew is a favorite.) Not every town can say they're the first to host a completely original eatery, but the cannibal café may soon be known as the first American, ethnic-food based restaurant.
Most towns can boast a bakery, a convenience store, and almost always, America’s favorite fast food restaurant, McDonalds. However, in this isolated sanctuary, where a main street of stores branch
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