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hundred headless woman
02:04
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tuxedo junction velvet black crosscut
bink bink head cradled in a cesspool
i was taken for a buggy ride
with a paper carnation in a buttonhole
sank into a sob when the ark left
piled overcoats vibrating test tube
reaper silhouette in the web vault
poured myself a nightcap flood lapped up
string of telegrams and a floral wreath
digging a ditch with a bank clerk
big clientele glass clink ear pricked
grit lodged between lips as a souvenir
lured by a scarab blue crag grip lost
gut bucket kit and boodle plundered and sacked
angelic abode was feather draped
goldenrod drugged sleep in a chilled morgue
bashful movement and symbolic acts
old mining road half buried bio pic
the starring roles therapeutic touch
bed ridden stranglehold and i spoke quaint
throne replica queer bird point blank
thrown in a ravine for this and that
for what rapture was i wounded mortally
it blared out the loudspeaker own body crushed
everyone was displeased
rapidly spoke in a gut trickled screenplay
rowed ashore in a thumb marked vase
downpour edging close to the lens
favored raw human meat sillage high pitched
muscle furrows and the pangs of sex
what your eyes reflected was subdued
cultivate an orchard brimming full refreshed
piratical touch in a locked enclosure
open air theater buried in hillsides
hollow faced crippled with a ventriloquist friend
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ligature
02:25
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law be damned overboard with em,
stagger back a few paces black powder flash,
im take to the rigging cut me adrift,
without exchanging a word with a changeling,
gruesome nature of the case mademoiselle x,
remote viewing going down with my ship,
im just a hospital discharge,
weather beaten side foamy yellow water swish,
threw lamp oil on human remains,
twin stranger like a bald spot on the scalp,
reanimated then snatched up,
neural misfire glowing pale green,
attracted by the surface like a swarm of winged insects,
felt the blow of a bamboo sword,
closed casket coping mechanism blessed,
i hid my lower half on the way back home,
happiness trembled lukewarm,
crimson lunchbox gleaming wet,
from a stream that flows across a plain,
with a speed that no eye could comprehend,
couple more vacant stares from a caretaker,
the art of fencing unexplained couplets,
violating principles slow moving exhaust,
vicious and swirling current,
landing party threadbare on the main drag,
sulphuric scum myriad facets,
sat down clumsily contagions abbreviated,
polychromatic bedroom mirror swirl,
stay of execution trough and crest wave,
oarsmen in a rowboat called it dog piss,
truth serum mildew discreetly collected,
a hand that wounds and heals was orange oblong,
absurdly inappropriate muscle encased,
most disturbing fact after the autopsy
was injuries inflicted after i was killed,
posing as a mountain range eruption when the rumors came
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mourning locket
02:31
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frattage
02:09
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white ants
02:32
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reliquary
02:24
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