Medusa’s Chin Hair
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Telesonix - in emma vision.
The night is down upon us here in the deep confusion of capitalistic greed, Where soul meets soul only in retreat and fright. What holds the shadow of this night? The bloated beast in man that drags its belly on the ground with food three times its
A star is a luminous spheroid of plasma held together by self-gravity.
I pick up a burr I pick up a bug and it crawls inside my ear I pick up a ghost that haunts me in the night and a doll with contagious tragic beauty She smells like death, like flowers, like the earth I pick up a crooked smile, that I surely love b
Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Go Bills
Who goes there? hankering, gross, mystical, nude; How is it I extract strength from the beef I eat? What is a man anyhow? what am I? what are you? All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me. I do
Had a dream once I was growing angel wings… it hurt.
Might as well.
An angel kissing on a sinner A monkey and a man, a marching band All around the frightened trapeze swingers