

Neuroticneurosis finds fertile ground in my flesh attaching itself tightly to flourish;Neurotic
it runs its roots upon my pores
like paralysis, poisoning my veins with paranoia, painting the surface of my skin with pallid intentions, emblazoning blue rings beneath my
brown eyes.
its vines envelop the lengths of my limbs, their lightness lost like the torso of a tree disenchanted in timid forests, an obtuse trunk muddied by moss and entangled with
razored vines that stab into my vasculars,  


Autumn EtherealOn this late autumn afternoon as I linger beneath these crisp auburn canopies, their rustling like the breathing of the sky while leavesAutumn Ethereal
wander downward and accumulate among the sides of these winding country roads, the mounds like cinnamon or calico creams that crunch beneath my
charcoal boots;
I observe
their delicate downfall, like rain or racing snows a dancing descent to the brim of bleak cement, the soft murmur of cars
now a distant whisper and I can almost forget
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Novocain HeartThere are nights when I speculate how my mind can be moved toNovocain Heart
build beauty with words that have become such pitiful stones; I fear at times they are not enough, not strong enough to exhume my heart when it has been buried so deeply beneath these blankets of bland, entangled in thickets of thorn that protrude into my trembling flesh and poison it with pesticides of insincerity.
Though perhaps it is indeed sincere- perhaps the poison is naught but Novocain that we breathe in and inject through our eye
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"That bed has been around my whole life, and I'm going to die in that bed,and then that bed will know everything there is to know about me."
-Walk Two Moons
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The world is round it has no point
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ミスタ は ディビアンタルト を たべたい。
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Play for me, Minstrel, my love,
play a harp, her neck is of gold,
in a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts...
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Worry not that no one knows of you; seek to be worth knowing.
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