

Superstition, take oneThe drums are pounding outside my windows The panes are shaking against the frames There’s a celebration, they tell me it’s of liberation And I’m staying inside, I’m afraid of what I might find I’ll sacrifice whatever it takes to shake this feeling This fear that I might surrender to their snake oil remedies Surrender my sight to follow in their footstepsSuperstition, take one
Stillborn souls wandering in and out like a tide of vacant eyes Animals with opposable thumbs marching to hollow drums Suffering from inoperable cancers;
From a curvature of virtue
and an abscess of sin deep under the
mileage
Selfportrait

Sophmore StreetRed baby swing, old porch ceiling, no children no knotted noose creekings, just pink fading plastic and empty body contours fried to a silence on sophmore street.Sophmore Street
Somewhere in the distance, hacked up like mucus in the sweet honeysuckle bushes that stick all over the "tobacco free school" sign, cigarettes light up the toy's
once faithful companion with brown ash and acid, self-annihlation; all convieniently stationed beneath the dumb gum trees.
and in his sister's stomach is an accident that sent her down the street in pieces,
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Scars fade as flowers. ~ Red Badge of Courage
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You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
-Michael Pritchard
Like u.
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check me
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Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
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You don't stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.
-Michael Pritchard
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All humanity is passion; without passion religion, history,novels, art would be ineffectual.
-Honore de Balzac
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