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bha New Member
since 2002-07-06
Posts 3arizona - usa |
your future is a lie, just like the rest of history. i hope you find servants in your mind's prison. i hope the damned find hallways in your head; cheap pale faces. the silence i found in zoroaster's marrow fed me for a decade. the pedagogies and the words relaxed my dismal nous; this in itself is a lie, as the soul breaks ninety. crowley spoke of this during wild one-eyed orgies; shallow distant regulators. it is important that i let you know you have failed. you are not the likes of cain, nor are you the image your mind has created. you try too hard; rattled spine and spinning innards infest you. you're no prophet, no martyr of poems; you're just a fetid stench my nostrils have yet to lose. taken from http://www.bighiredassassin.com although we lack in the area of unity, we are still in this together. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Huh? |
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bha New Member
since 2002-07-06
Posts 3arizona - usa |
she's left me anxiously empty, profoundly intrigued and miraculously alive again. there's a feeling i get when i stare at the morning sky, a feeling that i used to recognize. recognition is a strange thing. possibly, i have just forgotten her in the fortress of the damned. come with me now to the parade, where midgets corrupt children and sullen freaks control the politicians. come with me to the palace where we can live forever in dusty books and petrified thoughts; silk-skulls and rapid fluctuation. my desire for you is overwhelming. i have waited for you for over a century and now that you are in my grasp, i will not lose sight of you again. they'll tell tall tales about us to the infants of infidelity and the merchants of desperate hearts. they'll paint portraits of us on the walls of churches and in the minds of sinners. together, we'll grow to enormous proportions. although we lack in the area of unity, we are still in this together. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
The sadness of fortitude crawls through my innards. Tickling my hairs with toothpick shavings. Do you know the time of being when the crow flies over the farmhouse of inequity? Inside, a lone cow moos and brings forth the milk of commerce. Along, alas. Alack, sir knight of hated flowers. We meet again, at the graven foresteps of doom's empty nightfall. Or something. She said burn ... together. |
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bha New Member
since 2002-07-06
Posts 3arizona - usa |
i am a rather honest individual and i would like to tell you that i liked what you wrote. i do not say this often. as for the moderator who wrote, "huh?" ---- i ask you to pull your head out of your arse and repent. although we lack in the area of unity, we are still in this together. |
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