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A letter to a stranger. Find meThe penetrating venom seeps into the skin bypassing the Epidermis.
Addicted and lost, yet not quite speechless- yet.
Will we ever meet again?
Can we please relapse on our past lives?
Who are you?
No Who Are YOU?
In our past life were we lovers, or did we simply commit infidelity?
Or perhaps we were criminal politicians in the yesteryears. Weasels of art, rats of lies, preachers of sin. Singer songwriters of the french revolution, or perhaps early 20th century grandmasters in chess.
How do you like your cigarettes? Rolled
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Sanfte, raue Monster ficken sich zu Tode- Rage; and She thought I was sweet and gentle…
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8:32am: The blackened snow, the harsh arctic air, the lungs contracting, and the quivering shivers of remorse.. the over crowded subways.. the cigarette scent.. Is it the next day yet? Am I off?
Please lord tell me that this is my stop?
..
“When I mention “want”, it isn't just about the physical company, it is as if I sense your presence here when I read your text” She politely said.
“Despite the reality that you're real, I realize that our interaction is confined to this way, the texts. It's similar to being enamored with a superstar actor—you love them, yet they remain inaccessible.”
HEATHENS
Promises Broken. A Guarantee. Dulcet Shit Heads.
DULCET SHIT HEADS
SMOKING THEIR LAST CIGARETTES
I sat there with a lukewarm coffee in silence. It was a sunny cold November morning with the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s playing in the earphones.
I was simply spitting off the edge of the world
Have you ever escaped the pain of consciousness; been so high you've been numb?
The Bones felt like feathers yet gravity held you down like a mother tucking you in at night.
The voice in the head dissipated for the time being.
Total Zen
As the record spun as the heroin penetrates into the vein.
Vasodilation of the capillaries
The cool Breeze of Hawaii
and the soothing aromatics of dying flowers.
Come my Child, this is the hour
Come my Child, this has been building for a while
Skin and Bone
It’s time to come Home..
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A cheap holiday in peoples miseries.
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What are we going to do with all of this Porn?
‘Make more’
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The Genealogy of thought.
Where did your ethics derive from? Good and evil how was it born?
Human thought may be cumulative but the inception of principles came from where? Alone in the animal kingdom with our morals. Let that sink into your ego.
Are we really that spectacular?
Perhaps.
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I took a cab to "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood"
because the theater I intended to attend was sold out. While in the back seat of the cab there was a nuanced fragrance that New York has to offer in the summer. while taking in these ‘pleasant aromas’ My phone rang. Number Unknown, voice distorted, harsh strained and unrecognizable. This call was from an old high-school classmate. This was a tragic phone call, he was lost, searching for hope in his desperation for help.. I arrived to the theater and told him I would call him after the film.
I broke my phone, his number unsaved. I no longer can reach my friend...
I Broke My phone 7 Months after this call.
I have failed..
The summer breeze
The Chinese fiddler
The 2nd bell from the bikes
A world of languages
Some where over the rainbow
And some how you just-know
A smile a grin and a mischievous glance.
Holding of the hands and an autumn romance.
RAGE
I always knew you were special
Rage
I always saw you for who you are
Rage
I always sought to understand then to be understood
Rage
I saw into your pupils, they dilated and welcomed me into your universe
Rage
I touched your cosmos, you gasped at connection, soft heavenly face
Rage
I took you home, I took you back to my place
Rage
We burnt incense and covered each other in our scent
Rage
I always knew you were special
Rage