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HeartHeart Steward of calamitous affection Woe unto you, and the brazen images of perfection you inspire Harbinger of sullied speech, the desperate hearsay of liars Are you blind to the tumult wrought by your obsession? Solitude's laughter echoes All that was, a sacrifice to gray wispsHeart
Love, and do what thou wilt lest love wilts thee and thy love wilts and you are left, wilted and doing
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UnrestOh, hollow meandering of dust through reverberations of ineffectual solace The gentle, forlorn quaking of unrest coursing through hallowed folds Burn scars, etchings of frantic revulsion Housed by strangling air, weighted and sullen Shrieks of contempt, held at tongue's tip The procession carries along. Sun rise, sun set. And to what effect?Unrest
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IncandescenceFrantic etching at blockades of a magnitude far surpassing the damaged will of one cripplingly thin patient Adorned in borrowed sweater and second-hand shorts Claws with such voracity at the fate having a head borne with a fuse Which when upon ignition The encasement of ice around horrendous fury and stupefying malefaction is released and wrought upon sidewalks The commander of an army of ghosts Clad in karma's providence of the day Orchestrating the machinations of a devil withinIncandescence
"You are not ready!" Faust bellows at Narcissus, a double palmed strike at his eternal pris
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Chapter TwoYour face is a constantly fluctuating cascade of identities lost to the test of time The dead can live again through the mutative features of your face You test your features, the skin ripples and morphs accordingly The dead can see again through your eyes Revolutionaries and martyrs are drawn to your sight Brought forth by forces unknown Upon witnessing the world again, they are brought to tears by sheer beauty of reincarnation They have been anywhere but life You can't tell where because you don't remember ever having been there, your heart still beats, but your heart has nothing to do with yoChapter Two
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Mon Premier EffortTime of death: 8:33am. We dissolved the cube into Alice D, my trusty little wine glass. He took the first half, I the more concentrated second. Knowing that it doesn’t happen right away, he rolls five joints and I name them Billy, Boris, Fred, Sally and Margaret. We dawn our coats, walk around the corner and spark up Boris, our fattest child. After a couple of puffs, I feel the effects of our liquid substance starting to take hold, I watch him exhale, and I can see the bluish carbon-dioxide and the yellow-green of the THC smoke. “Holy Shit.”Mon Premier Effort
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