BLACK - For whom it won't concern
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drizzle composite. sit in the closet. incense smoke like cedar pedestals to grill you on your honesty last night, what we said was common. small mannerism talking points my aneurysm. thoughtfulness my passion. victimizing you for self. you or i or someone else. food for lies or food for health. utilizing cards we dealt new surprises, old excuses. school or life, we're drowning. help me see into the needle. let me euthanize you. melt like candy bars in denim folds so sensible we sigh when that sweet sensation sticks itself inside your inner thigh. black and ruby, marble cotton meat and tender mouths fleshy decadence. we sensed the scents too far to figure out grass and earth. Sidney, Perth. Chicago and Boston all existing just to overcome their fucking exhaustion spit and tooth and gum. metal appendage towards it kick your can and feel the asphalt call for your forfeit. bring me hollandaise and turkey legs for Christi de Corpus lick the gravy off my lips. that crystal china was gorgeous scotch and citrus. glassy chandelier to hang in the hall where we made love, just one last time, then made that call. - black |
I enjoyed this Dead Man. It was quite the delectable written; full of expanse intellect; dark tones; cool under-tones; and cool writing all around. Your imagery is getting cooler; and a lot denser in my opinion. I believe you should do a 'nature' piece; it would be lovely. Good work Dead Man. You're a talent!
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