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Current mood:washed in, sold out and dried up Category: Writing and Poetry
scribbled on the bus yesterday... having problems with line breaks. Any advice for me?
We kissed at incinorator sunset of the earth hissing into space's endless steaming night We lived off lint that transformed into windows that opened to the crystal garden of our ancestors and loved ones deceased!
We drowned ourselves in opulent pools of perfumed brain fluid and wept at the beauty of our bowels, little slugs grated on the pavement. We swam in placenta bubbles and traveled to the days we die We woke up in an empty, meaningless night brushed the outside of our hands from across a city and fell in dreamy embrace sighing like children finally done with reasonless crying
After long blank spaces now missing, taken years endless plains of people waiting in line doing, doing, doing We squinted one eye and spat on the world and made our own mother then followed her through the death-ridden treacherous road away from humanity to the sea
We pulled each other's peeling skin rolled up from the desert dirt rosy, raw and new sealed off from the bitter by a membrane of comprehendable life finally understood, finally free when we stopped trying
7:28 PM
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