dead man, Trachea

dead man · 02-19-2015, 09:15 AM

say

les miserables. post reply, premeditative response
native collage the cave walls just to erase a mandala
cross terrain in a sabb. gin and juice in a honda
breed confusion and consequence. create quadruple entendres
mutant, the doppelganger, doppler radar remodel
for every storm in a teacup, there's a sail in a bottle
creative colossal. male prostitute, Mary's favorite apostle
sherry on rocks when she handed me her cherry to swallow
back at the hostel we're in a hurry to smoke
perfect moments, palming slowly spinal curvature slope
thought processes we'd never want a person to know
reemergence, she wrote. T-shirted secret service her post
i prefer to be alone without my bourbon and coke
blow my nose. bloody tissue paper, garbage disposal
murder me mostly. let me feel it fade and watch you approach
vein thrombosis strangle oxygen right out of your throat
my favorite novel is Choke. not really, that was kind of a joke
would you throttle every botanist if Ka was a rose?
swiss chocolat, mascarpone. mimosas, marmalade, moans
red dress like Mrs. Rabbit. Roger that. it's a go
let me grow. vines that circulate like vinyl composed
or quasi poetry relying on reliable hosts
water to soak. hotel soaps, a universal remote
the world at your fingertips. like you didn't know
puking with 2 fingertips my trachea pulse
another night, another irresponsible dose
naked in clothes. safely drift away in sweaters and shorts
maybe in the morning i'll be better resourced
tighten ropes and torture me and settle the score
moi cheri disorder. marry us. these letters are yours
cliffside stare at the gorge. a gorgeous wreckage at best
gorging allegorically. intestinal stretch
i hear tapping on my window every evening at 6
and i'm frantic cause nobody else believes it exists
it all leads me to this. i've leased more neology to twist
flamethrowing solar icecaps in a polar eclipse
Okra and shrimp, holy shit. shoulder cold as the Cris
beyond the velvet rope another cultural rift
glasses to tip, our plastic PINs. nostalgia to miss
so have another drink like pancake after a lift
magic elixir. its all relative, re: Lannister sisters
crack rock administrar minister crack crucifix
black the remiss. halfway tree between bereavement and bliss
wondering if anybody's listening.

deadman

02-19-2015, 09:15 AM	#1
dead man living Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,485 Battle Record: 33-18 Accomplishments - Hall of Fame Champed - AOWL Season 1 - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 4 - Write Week V - GWL Season 1 Rep Power: 77606679	dead man, Trachea say les miserables. post reply, premeditative response native collage the cave walls just to erase a mandala cross terrain in a sabb. gin and juice in a honda breed confusion and consequence. create quadruple entendres mutant, the doppelganger, doppler radar remodel for every storm in a teacup, there's a sail in a bottle creative colossal. male prostitute, Mary's favorite apostle sherry on rocks when she handed me her cherry to swallow back at the hostel we're in a hurry to smoke perfect moments, palming slowly spinal curvature slope thought processes we'd never want a person to know reemergence, she wrote. T-shirted secret service her post i prefer to be alone without my bourbon and coke blow my nose. bloody tissue paper, garbage disposal murder me mostly. let me feel it fade and watch you approach vein thrombosis strangle oxygen right out of your throat my favorite novel is Choke. not really, that was kind of a joke would you throttle every botanist if Ka was a rose? swiss chocolat, mascarpone. mimosas, marmalade, moans red dress like Mrs. Rabbit. Roger that. it's a go let me grow. vines that circulate like vinyl composed or quasi poetry relying on reliable hosts water to soak. hotel soaps, a universal remote the world at your fingertips. like you didn't know puking with 2 fingertips my trachea pulse another night, another irresponsible dose naked in clothes. safely drift away in sweaters and shorts maybe in the morning i'll be better resourced tighten ropes and torture me and settle the score moi cheri disorder. marry us. these letters are yours cliffside stare at the gorge. a gorgeous wreckage at best gorging allegorically. intestinal stretch i hear tapping on my window every evening at 6 and i'm frantic cause nobody else believes it exists it all leads me to this. i've leased more neology to twist flamethrowing solar icecaps in a polar eclipse Okra and shrimp, holy shit. shoulder cold as the Cris beyond the velvet rope another cultural rift glasses to tip, our plastic PINs. nostalgia to miss so have another drink like pancake after a lift magic elixir. its all relative, re: Lannister sisters crack rock administrar minister crack crucifix black the remiss. halfway tree between bereavement and bliss wondering if anybody's listening. deadman __________________ Zack Wicks for president