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2.4k · Sep 2018
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Adrian Sep 2018
Stitched into this sac of skin at birth.
That fused to your bones
Fabricating a narcotic seamless facade

We pluck at the seams, with crude claws.
Laboring to unravel the lace seams
In vain

Whirling, flickering, suffocating nausea aimed at
Misuse of our pronouns of
Our echoing repulsive abnormal figure.

Funding a doctor to shed our skin.
Mutilating skin and bone to perfection.
For self-acceptance.
1.4k · Sep 2018
The Feast
Adrian Sep 2018
Marble black bark grow bed sheets of parchment attached by
    strings. Spillage of pink arises from the abdomen. Fused clothing fibers substitute layers of bark.........

The vivid aroma of rot and feasting maggots harmonize...............
                                
A cadaver drilled by burrowing insects. Beetles, flies, pismires, and parallels. A carcass crammed with 200 seeds. Bulbous seeds in the nose. Deposited bulbs rooted in brain tissue. Thick specks of white nuzzle into flesh emerge. Squirm out of the cubicles.  Insects feasting simultaneously............

A figure emerges from the edge of perception. Routinely gorging the cadavers vital delicacies. Amid spouts of fainting spells.......................

Grabbing lumps of brain matter. Shoveling it towards his gaping hole. Ravenously consuming the bland ashen chunks. Gripping the cranium and sipping the diluted ***................

Sliding two slippery marbles into his gullet. Then suddenly publicizing his medals amid his fangs. Deteriorating into slush immediately........

Piercing the stationary ticker with talons. Shortly guzzling the dense scarlet metallic droplets. Promptly the sticky liquid cerise matter slithered into his craw. Hurling the white speckled rims simultaneously in glee.  Than consuming the exterior synthetic.........

    The corpse is convulsing..wheezing..........chest withering in pain. Man devours his own living corpse, neglecting to swallow his toes. A daily phenomenon……to devour yourself.  

What of the toes? Looted by a motivated businessman the next day. “Oh the painstaking horror of humanities hunger,” the motivated businessman then asserted into thin air.
My commentary on humanity
1.0k · Sep 2018
.madame,
Adrian Sep 2018
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.madame's stifled feverish
tittering,
voice raucous as tamped in a
corselet,
translucent skin akin to pellucid
drapery,
overwrought hands entwined in champagne
hair,
madame's eccentricity is her
lunacy.
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.the mellifluous static of the ebony
radio,
            dulcet hallucinations imbricate in her
Crumpet,
ephemeral visionary of the
erstwhile,
Madame’s a suitable fandangle tenant of the
bedlam.
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.madame scrutinized the greenwood through the
crevice,
appetency for the veil of sea
smoke,
   imperceptive to her
frenzy.
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  .ensnared in an austere
plight,
madame’s urbane actuality,
disenfranchised.
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.the exuberant dimension of reciting
hysteria.
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725 · Sep 2018
.Sir,
Adrian Sep 2018
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.Sir murmurs feverish death
spells,
                   Bewitched hysteria enchanted elven
           ears,
                   Violin strings of stuttering velvet
echo,
                         vacuity beguile cracked
telescopes,
                             Sir’s feigned ruby lips
lament.
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.Draperies comb the purple
hare,
Riveted coats sneeze in the
pallor,
                            Stabilizing the drunken
absences,
Late violets exhale in
tedium.
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      .Sir views tree sagging in dirt
coffins,
                     In fabricated
tranquility,
                With pleasant booming
hums.
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.Sirs deteriorating dense
chasms,
                    Encounter convenient
disorientation.
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.Spotted desolate greenery a hafted ax of
demise.
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381 · Sep 2018
Untitled
Adrian Sep 2018
He realizes the blackened lines with current sublimity
Enlightened in the chirping of minds.
The natural trembling feathery height of the summit.
In its shadow, she cries ever so shimmering sapphires.
The indifferent maniac presence of the flock.
Its silk ostentation binds their presence.
The softly padded cages of the birdcage minds.
Harnessed in the mystifying chamber of the skull.
The indifferent sorrow.
What I been working on with the idea of the pressure of society on women, as women are imagined as birds.

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