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Prison ground-down-ivory by chode-09, literature

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Prison ground-down-ivory

The shimmer in the sky, sprinkles down radiation cigarette-burn love bites. Limestone teeth corroded to jagged brown bars. Words will not escape this tounge guilt-o-teen oubliette. Mucus celler blues (and greens) vibrate in silence. Willing eyes will observe steam in air thats chilled to perfection. It does the splits and makes like trees make-up monoxide exchange.

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Spiral conformists by chode-09, literature

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Spiral conformists

Burnout manifestations linger in eyes, that dream of clear blue canvas zooming in and out across. No ups or downs. A level playing field but we stay on the fence or in this case a rub-her block. Propelled using weight assisted by a rattle-snake pulley system. A curley-wurley whirl. Spins and spins and spins. Rainbow coloured motion gives clearer views of smeared trees against air. Badly applied. Warped sound drips off shivering leaves. Spiral conformists always float around dimly lit play-pens for young criminals to flower from Bud in the afternoon.

Wings flapped like mouths by chode-09, literature

Results may vary by chode-09, literature

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Results may vary

Extreme inhalation, a warped sense of vision. The faces on the walls stare with eyes that judge and smile. Trapped in evidence of time this frame lays bare this insatiable crime. Eyes red, puffy and blurred. Blood-shot stains across the tiles. A quest of less than epic proportions is accepted and walked a mile, dilated light, at the end of this seemingly endless corridor, with actions that within short hours are abhorred.

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INNUENDO AND THE ANONYMOUS BOY by chode-09, literature

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INNUENDO AND THE ANONYMOUS BOY

INNUENDO AND THE ANONYMOUS BOY 1 …. And he just stood their, alone in the realisation that everything he had ever tried or ever will try in order to attain his goals would be futile and easily dismissed by fate. He began to realise that everything he had ever strived for or desired was unattainable and that his life, hitherto, had been spent under the illusion that these items (wealth, happiness, love) were just around the corner, when fate had already decided that they were unattainable. He thought that life was about having these items when; in reality life is the struggle to gain such items with no reward or achievement to justify the st

the closeted coat-ltd edition by chode-09, literature

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the closeted coat-ltd edition

here i am im in these four corners kept hear how i wept i wept. Oh! how long have a been in retirement? too long! just like my tail! HOW I LONG! how i long to be blown back by the wind alike the trees but not like them at all! but instead i stare just like your walls! my life has become a trajedy oh how the windows mock me! for how long must i endure this insanity? for winter shall be stalled by the cancerous summer why must i hang here like a crimnal for i am not the criminal! nothing but a void surrounds my dreams are black and covered in dust like me the dust almost looks like suger on a birthday cake why will you no

silence is impossable by chode-09, literature

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G R O C E R I E S by nihilim, literature

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G R O C E R I E S

. get your groceries, we are going down the street. do not make eye contact, keep your arms inside. you will not be hurt. if their skin is so dark it is because it is dirty. \'what is dirty\' because they are so dirty their skin is so dark. do not make eye contact. do not be afraid. they\'re just as scared as you are. they are just as scared as you are. now get back inside. now put them inside. do not let them dirty. .

and I can say that because.. by chocolatecoffin, literature

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and I can say that because..

I think its time you made me scream again. Strip off my skin and let the magic show and let the lights glow and dont let the people know any better..stare into my eyes and suck me in and take me somewhere I wont forget in so much of a hurry and teach me how to fall like a real cat. We'll have a bucket load of fun if you just pick out my stitches and DON'T forget to take off your shoes and socks before you enter my mind because my brain's been trampled all over enough times ALREADY.. we can speak with our hands and wear our gloves on our ears and you can even give me a special title. I'll be your little lady and you'll give me a badge telling

THISAPPOINTMEANTHIS by nihilim, literature

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THISAPPOINTMEANTHIS

Mirrors hanging on walls by moth-bitten string fall and break / into / each other. It's warm and soft inside this softened room's womb, rhythmic almost, but - beats of skull-drumming cobbed webs pounding innerlock channels in walled flu-id : down, out, along, and around the rims clang cacophonodemons like back in tenth grade when: bright outs and graphite clouds outline an idol clamoring its teeth round clean youth. Ten years look back to see big men in small houses that stink of bleach and formaldehyde baking in figure-hate-lungs seated in automaticate dead beds reclined on backed-up models. This room was thick with good wills.

cumulative-ness-ed-ing by infaredfog, literature

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cumulative-ness-ed-ing

Mundane mayhem saturates the floor spilled from a wasn't-brittle cup broken on the Thursday before last. the day i lost the fight I lost my sanity, I lost it all in a pool of blood and tears soaked in mattressed cold-dream sweat Flung from my brow, the beat of a small army of drones, I always liked to watch as they pounded on their soft hide-skinned drums. Chanting, moving as one hive-brain. Humming morse code to the bird-planes above. the meaning always escapes me as the Truth of the matter appears From a veil of drag queens dreams. wrapped in hairball call-me-wrong spit that was flung from the hands Of god

The Face by chocolatecoffin, literature

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The Face

Side by side in silence, His sleep undisturbed. Unaware of the struggle, With tortured nightmares, When night cast it's dark veil. My eyes grow heavy, Sleep prepares to take control. Sending my mind to dreaded places, I dare not go. In the realm of consciousness. Startled, I awake. The face at my bedside greets me yet, it's not the face of mortal man, But some being from celestial dwellings. Hair of midnight Cascades down, Arcane eyes Look into my heart and soul. Without words, he knows my pain Feels my inner fear. As quick as the beat of a heart, My heavy burden is taken away. Then vanishes the face. I, awake, or was I

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Mirrors by chode-09, literature

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Mirrors

Buttons pressed, control functions, it is SOOOO you, and as a bonus it also comes in red. The mantra sings on in a drone that only the deaf can undress into any form of naked communication, not coated in fancy designer gibberish. "Buttons pressed, my minds set, I cannot change what I don't regret", over and over, a woodpecker on my blasted noggin, a proverbial tap dancer on the tops of my patience. Passive, that's me, Kobe dances romantically, like swirls and patterns of chaos and tai-dye and colours of silk, lucid memories and paranoid delusions. I was always amused by the way within order there was chaos and within chaos order. I used to