I stretched, shed my skin, danced in the cosmos,
and was then dragged back to this miserable hellhole you filthy humans call home.
[:
Love you all!


backwards scratchings.and thenbackwards scratchings.
she tore the night down breaking its forbidden fragility tasting the salt
of its pulsing blood all thoughts of relevance of half-remembered reverence set gently aside
in favor of false gods their tongues sweet
in mouths lined wtih lies
and ambrosia they quietly beckoned with out-stretched opened palms nailed
to a cross


child of the fallborn of the blessedchild of the fall
and the broken shes been armed
with words that cut as blades the fall is sewn
to the curve of the vein with jaded postwar eyes she took this straight to heart
child of light chained by dark and choked by destiny she gasped goodbyes surrendered slowly and left no peace
and where they are they know spoken shame with every bright-eyed lie the serpent breathes her praise drift in silence clasped in shadow push your grace
into this hollow shell
sing dark silence


red...I'm already (un)dressedred...
in the emperor's finest and (as always) at your mercy
so arch that serpentine sword strike my name from your lips completely
or
complete me


simple mathwhen fingers can't clasp quite tight enough to catch this fine mess there's no second-guessing second naturesimple math
it's the belief in otherwise that's carried me and captured me caught in currents of my own design declining comment on the irony of predestined destination
but damn! it feels right for lasting wrong to long to crumble momentarily masking movement in all this melancholy in all this underwhelmed appreciation wrapped in repetition (rapt in repetition) &


upon dissection of...true I've developed a tasteupon dissection of...
for travel but
due to the delicate nature of departure & arrival I simply
can't
stomach them I run from them that is to say they're both a little bit
of
running away
re(de)attachment vs. post-parting blues
with every last supper a revelation and if a bit short on miracles we're (mostly) most graciously forgiven by distance
in the parallel arts of self-smothering and motivational movement (lacking grace) there's an unb
--
when evolved we are unstoppable
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when evolved we are unstoppable
I just had to say, I love the gallery! It's beautiful.
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Now i love you more than twice,take your chance and roll the dice,do it now before it's late,you just know I'm in your fate...
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Now i love you more than twice,take your chance and roll the dice,do it now before it's late,you just know I'm in your fate...
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