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The HarborTried ta nap, nap ain't hap'n'n. / There's a dead seal on the beach / 'n I'm feelin' lonely.
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Jan 3, 2019
MHer hair sparks jealousy among the autumn leaves as tourists and locals a like avert their gaze from the deciduous blaze. Displays of orange and red dance happenstance on the breeze in a last ditch effort to reclaim the fame, however, Murielle's beauty is so profound that they dance too hard and fall to the ground. One by one, they let go of both life and limb as they float down around her angelic figure creating a spectacle so magnificent the gods and demons all writhe with envy. And as she stood there, bathed in beauty, vibrantly violating all the laws of nature, the god who guarded that particular forest appeared just to say, "My oh my, what a wonderful day."
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Dec 7, 2016
Grinding (tbc)There's ghosts up in the gears 'n sprockets / hosts of locusts fear the prophets / preachin' reachin' for the sky
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Jul 24, 2016
Dreams.6.14.2016Two dreams today bout the end of the world. / Apocalyptic and cryptic, like Hell had unfurled. / The first was more normal, yet veiled in dread.
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Jun 15, 2016
Some Sweet Shit to Text Her While She SleepMay your day upon awakening be better than the prior; / Even better than that sweater on your flesh fresh out the dryer =)
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Feb 12, 2016
XTwas the night before Christmas / Not unlike the rest / Just sitting here thinking
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Dec 25, 2015
Dung HillIf you live on a dung hill you livin on dung. Despite you might fight for the very top rung, the whole bloody ladder is lathered in dung. But from the top rung rotten corpses are hung. Strung out and rung out, some of em even hum, 'Dng-d-dung Dng-d-dnnnn dmmm-dmmm dun-d-dun dung.' They hummin n bummin n slummin til dawn n when the sun rise they'll hum a new song. How can anyone hung from a rung be so humble? Like flies on some dung or the bees who just bumble along to their song n keep on bumblin on to forget that live on a mountain of shit... O Shit, is this it? This is it.. I'ma quit... Life's just a pile of dung and some rungs that go row after row to the end of the show where some corpes who hungrily hum.... huh? Oh no!
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Aug 28, 2015
Pigher HowerI've been told by some that I should allow myself to submit to a higher power. / I've been told by some that I should allow myself to completely surrender myself to the drugs on which I am... / Pompletely Cowerless.
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Aug 27, 2015
Today I'm going to write something political and satiricalMaybe I'll call it polisatire. Maybe I'll call it Satpolire. Satoplire. / Let's go people... nothing to see here but a big old fat fucking... Satoplire... / *coughs*
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Apr 18, 2015
List No. 047The way we don't joke. / The way we sometimes never do. / The tendencies of overburdened humans.
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Dec 10, 2014
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