

This Isn't A NoirThey say the way you butchered Tuesday was The same as sour milk - in the doorway, the Way it framed you inch for inch, You held knives like butterflies, let them go Where they flew, effortlessly To land with a thud Into the kitchen wallThis Isn't A Noir
I could have wrapped my hands around your Skinny ankles, your hands will never reach Octaves now that you've become Frozen You were dark in the cheeks but Pale in the legs, and they whisper about how you ran, So fast, And the sun could never catch you to
Sugar your skin brown
And then you  


Bones and BouldersI hear that the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of our necks and shoulders.Bones and Boulders
This pendulum toandfro is getting old. hearts hang from collar marrow and they strike arthritis dust out of the surrounding hills they bleed ink out of greasy sunsets too many clenched fists and I always hold my breath.
(I hear that the clavicle fairy is building towers out of dental floss and fishing line she's digging moats and filling them with perspiration.)
I hear the clavicle fairy is building a castle out of bones and boulders. Our
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Imago animi vultus
Ut relevent miserum fatum solitosque labores
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
....too bad i can't take pictures like that
i kind of broke my camera
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All god does is watch us and kill us when we get boring, we must never, ever be boring.
dum spiro, spero
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fuck all you mother fuckers~forces of evil;where am i going and why am i in this handbasket?also a member of [link]
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