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Stream of Consciousness #2
Read more: Stream of Consciousness #2this is a stream if consciousness one I was never good at streams of consciousness but conscious in the unconscious how could I have known? conscious but not conscious, conspicuous indeed. Soft layered flasks torching singling circling loving word bladder blabber dripping off noses of random words and skin this…
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I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFE
Read more: I’M BLOW TORCHING MY LIFEAND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE! Action. Real action; is all I crave. Why must I be like this? A poet? at best. An ARTIST of life; painting my days as the most beautiful gruesome scene there is. Art. HA! Something I know nothing of—-sure. And that is why while you’re…
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Keep the streets empty for me
Read more: Keep the streets empty for meThere’s nothing more prevailing than the silence. Biting of the lips until they bleed dripping on unknown territory. It doesn’t matter what you tell me anymore I’ve lost myself to the night. At this point I’ll never tell you my purpose for I don’t know. I have always been in…
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Rip my soul out my chest
Read more: Rip my soul out my chestBecause it feels like I can’t breathe. Distract me from my mistakes because it’s getting hard to see; contemplating therapy. God has a chokehold on me while the humans of this world pick at every scab on my skin. Is it sad I enjoy it? Is it sad I enjoy…
God, girlhood, & everything in-between