you weren't worth the breath for an apology, dumb bigot.


international affairs.to the edge of imports: word of your sentiment follows come abroad! come aboard! pest under that Cuban defense and sanction my proper nations as if firm of waters bond.international affairs.
These states between our civil disregard none your re verb: but i do not broadcast.
Along lines of exports: my line offers no body document aside from no proper body: citizen scream! quake for crisis: civil war! To atlantis your pulpit less said nation rebound.
These states between our civil disregard none your re verb: but i do not broadcast yet. af


along tangent lives.perhaps it's waking breath that's been tested stakes testing breaks; oiled lines holding temperaments.along tangent lives.
I think it's time: no recluse you've stolen eyes
for past repeated lives
but lines define you've no proper loose. tounge to the felines particle disfunctions align that promiscuous wing- govern no lose.
used to be alright- used to proper aligns: but where am I headed who's lines do I tangent? feints for whatever fifty sent my progress.
but where am I headed who's lines do I partisan particular this static: no rec


the elizabethan acts.walking with mirrors you've been carried peculiar as if only surface movement t'was all i understood. effortless stems- each tetherthe elizabethan acts.
begins to wilt
vultures suckle at your security.
but let's remember- i've been used to knives quite like stars collecting distance but you refuse the car and i am to declare king.
my companions are great morals in a cult of social greyness all baggage gets left behind.
and you've been losing velvetine. accusing doves of adultery's the same as plucking them dry.
but let's


a night has been burned.seize and strike a portrait because these breaths are all we got plastered to these flourescent nights i'll hang my head to passing lights blessed as tracers; i see your pose only to litter those ashes; so vacant. translucent you flutter, and weave dreams into being.a night has been burned.
because this is all that we've got.
brush strokes atop of the world who is for your bedside tonight? these fingertips still require your caress; but this support doesn't brush me back. a phone call handles no insatiable needs; the click of the dail leaves me unimpressed.


we could, you can. breathedrink till your drunk and you can no longer stand. chug the bitter fluid till your friends say your a man.we could, you can. breathe
smoke the paper down till its nothing more then ash. exhale it as brain cells and breathe it in the trash.
turn the glass pipe till the poison starts to boil. revel in the feeling of being so under control.
put the tablet in your throat and swallow till its down. wait until you feel so high you cant get off the ground.
eat the mushroom from the dirt and marvel at the sight. as your brain is shutting off you are bound to see the lights.
breathe


Starving Artistthe starving artist with his trembeling hand. his feet tired of walking, he barely can stand. the starving artist, with no praise to eat. he wanders in alleys, and lives on the street. the starving artist, with the muted mouth. he speaks of his brilliance, but nothing comes out. the starving artist, with not even a fan. he sees images clearly, no other can. the starving artist, his tears wreek of paint. without recognition, his vision grows feint.Starving Artist
the starving artist, who makes art out of trash. hes got inspiration, but hes lacking the cash.
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