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Harlequin thin knee-reaching, my hair dusted your trousersHarlequin thin by ~MisanthropicSylph
that billowed around me like circus tents
with you, the pallid clown marionette,
emaciated under reams of swarthy silk.
contrast of black against your rice-paper skin;
the images stuck to me and burnt lacerations
in the zenith of nights where ink flood spread out
around me. You said black would
eat the slab of alabaster that clung to your thighs
temporarily, that is until something could be done to
tint them with gasoline and burn it for you.
You, pallid clown marionette, withering under this
bulging mass of onyx in a
media woven circus of death. An audience
grinning inanely at you
Broken Television Once I wore neon make-up and their eyesBroken Television by ~MisanthropicSylph
reverted back to my face, framed by plastic bangs,
to visually jump into me, to click-splash
head-over-heels into my
spinning star-sprinkled lips.
I was a window of sorts. They would
gaze-whisper the murals they saw on
the inside of their eyelids, the womb of ambition.
I was mid-wife-of-the-night; my colours
could fracture the senses and still be caressed.
Then I'd don dracula's garb, I'd paint
my eyelids obsidian and skin alabaster.
My monotone message could travel across
and bury itself in their sinuses.
Now my ecstasy has been glazed
with tar and cracked diamond-sca
Sta.sh
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On hiatus.
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You put the Z in Stupid
~Rash
A wise man once told me "Shut the fuck up and get out of here!" and that is why I walk with a limp.
~Z
Thank you for the +fav etc etc but what I came to say is that I feel that I have known you.
Hmm.
I'm stalking you now. Don't turn on the sprinklers.
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have a nice time