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Choke choke cough Rip this fucking roof off. Take it like the Grand Moff Tarkin Who’s barkin’ Orders to destroy and remarkin’ How Alderaan Was like the Taliban Rooting in Afghanistan. Hiding in caves Making big waves Overseas dancing in raves, But goddamn the party The arty Get hearty. And they dance, bitches Like Pedro’s […]

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Can I get a witness? This business This lack of fitness Society’s winless Fat of the land Buying name brand Feeling it’s grand Worshiping the bland Celebrity bandwagon Promoting label braggin’ Fighting age saggin’ Stretchmarks get tongues waggin’ Come on, it’s on Turn off, go blonde Hang loose, tan bronze Booksmarts are gone! Vanished like […]

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The heart can’t know. It’s a muscle, thudding to the impulse of the mind’s forgotten needs. Awash in the oxygen of its derelict churning, beating, workman-like, we expect so much of it, thoughts, freedom, direction. It can’t know, so the mind does the work of knowing, believing, caring; its hard duties misappropriated to the chest […]

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Those pens gripped had spilled more blood than ink, and now carnage roiled by each word spat in epitaph carelessness gathered in conscious pools, the bilious exhuming their regrets in a fountain of their own rot. If care were a weapon, then a nuclear strike had decimated the good and cold blue stared with disdain […]

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Don’t it sing? This magnificent haze of burning that brings you to him, as if the orange glow of untamed wildfire on a crooked and spoked horizon. What malignant attraction. The darkest corner of failure in your defenses, where you saw hope in the allure of those startling eyes, those inviting lips, that conflagration of […]

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Aren’t you done begging yet? Isn’t the lack of resolution during this desert trek of arid searching enough for your eyes to close? Stop looking. Nothing fits other than the glass slipper you shattered when stepping too hard, asking too much, demanding a king’s ransom on a pauper’s pay. The vibrant hues of acceptable days […]

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Beaten or Saint. Fallen victim to the night sweats of staining desire and the eggshell thin facade that spider cracks with each breathless pant, each writhing moan. May those backs break like will. Crack, crack, crack. May those wills break back. Crack, crack, crack. In there is a truth, among the candlelit tremble, swift moving […]

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One day the color of your soul will catch up to you. And you’ll burn in the fires of hate you deserve. You’ll be wrapped in the yellows, reds and oranges of disdain and the simple pleasures you robbed from trust will peel away skin revealing the black hollow of your desires. There’s no pain […]

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Beat this riot of turbulent discord, shorting wires in the puddles of a Main Street where the huddled parade. Claxon earnestness screams for justice, yet hands fail balance and the rigors of responsibility cause soul tremble; edgy mornings that arrive as brilliant floods. Drowning, hands clutch a fist full of hardship, throat choking on the […]

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Give me a day where it’s all full and illuminated. I want to suck at the tit of progress, bleed hot serum from secret threats, digging into souls with dirty fingernails and reaching for a sun dipped in frost. Clever leaps of hurdles at the crystal hours, a prismatic hope bounced off the walls of […]

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