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what is this? i placated my absentia fucking just to meet you in the territories hot and moist but for what reason do we copulate incessantly when the texture of the grime is already layered and rooted in our very pores, disgusting follicles bearing witness to the moans squeezing out of our contorted mouths like excrement too cohesive to easily depart the melee intestinally dissonant, no apparent cognition of the detriment regurgitated on the floors of the empty hallways that I pace in the da...

he said, "this is the only way you'll learn." and adrenaline shot through me like a stray bullet because we were alike in that we only learned the hard way. he had a gun in his hand. i said, "maybe not today, it's been a long one." trying to touch his logical process, knowing he already lost his mind. his shaking hands patiently waiting for the right time to drop each round into the chamber. he said, "the other day i was like god, always right, time never dragging me down." warning bells went...

When I hit the ground I saw him deader than I could ever be. On the walls bits of skull always thought of as too thick, scattered. Clumps of brain cooked too long, heaped. And thought, at least the pressure stopped mounting. There was no more smoke curling from ears that heard everything, never making sense of the sounds even when coming from his own mouth (now open to say what he always wanted to which was nothing at all). Eyes counting on light but always praying for the dark. Smelling noth...

we could be deterioration ringworm damsel this strain isn't strengthening and the saliva isn't settling in a kiss resentful of synchronized hormones spreading like pestilent orgasms ripped by incisors to the nerves quivering in your thighs wrestling electric disgust like a seminal frown a slippery smile tries to adjust

insects like gems in your sockets with a detachable gleam spreading polyps like megaphone feedback feasting on blight (delicatessen infection) like two ply fornication you rely on bowel eruption for your fucklight to illuminate the assless chaps on my lips nostalgic of genital soup in the stewed abrasions that bathe me in a sauce clumped in grisly anticipation