
As the universe crumbles. ice caps flooded the cities. Lightning makes it happy, thunder makes it cry. In the next world war, I will be looking for you. I will hunt you down when madness rules the streets. You will forget your past life.. the veil between life and death transparent [i think it is getting thinner, quicker these days]. you willsee clear to the other side - push your hands through to pull back the lost part of your heart in the place between asleep and awake, a jam of clustersparks, blissful memories and blown apart. kissing the halves of my head back together. when the libertines have sucked your defenses dry, ejaculating into my lap rested the jar meant for tears. internalexpanding & externalcontracting the snow carefully everywhere descending;nobody,not even the rain has such small hands. Glances pass to kisses, kisses pass on the shoulder, head out the window, vomiting, dangling dead birds from its teeth.
4 Comments:
what do you mean "hanging there for last year"? you must explain this burns
(I mean this burns and you must explain)
stolen stuff tastes the best
hanging there for last year... it was just some words i found, really, nothing else...
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