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Adrenochrome! Thank the Dumpster Gods!
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CLICKITY CLACK Stumbled upon a Ouija Board in one of the dumpsters downtown. I had to take a mad shit and even the gas-stations these days won’t let me in unless I buy something- due to my nasty-bad reputation I guess. Figured since I was there I might as well do a bit of digging. I fancy it must’ve summoned me, wrapped there in tattered cloth and tied with ropey twine packed also with a plastic bag full of deep crimson blood, still cool to the touch from someone's refrigerator. Happy, I slap the bag, twist off the cap and suck it down in a fetish of tongue-flicks. Definitely needed this, been getting way to weak for these here streets of nocturne.
That final phrase, streets of
That final phrase, streets of nocturne, is BEAUTIFUL (and I DO mean, **BEAUTIFUL**), and suggests a mythical, and maybe even epic, place just ripening in anticipation of some poems about it.
Starward-Led
Hearing this compliment from
Hearing this compliment from you produced such an effect on me that I immediately was inspired to write the poem 'what's the moon do?' a tad veering, but I hope it lives up to that anticipation you mentioned. And again, I can't put into words how sweet it feels to see you here, my friend.
articulate.my.desire
vorp.structure.stagnate
doesnt.matter.haha
Raw, unfiltered and dark,
Raw, unfiltered and dark, creating a compelling narrative that resonates with the realities of survival and the human condition.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Suave and succinct, a comment
Suave and succinct, a comment that feels like those appraisals of review one finds on book covers.
articulate.my.desire
vorp.structure.stagnate
doesnt.matter.haha