To write and think to entertain my life. Friendly to a fault. Life is brief and time difficult to measure. Within bursts of frenzy writing prose the entire world spins inside of me. 8 followers / 3.2k words
forgive me my madness, eccentricities, my faults my tenderness that pain a thorn inside my brain and skin so human that it hurts my eyes of marble so hardly knew intense; a sight beyond light and that thrump within the cargo vessel held; lifetimes of love and sorrow some of which my soul measured a life on hold to save this spot so much like Gold.
Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out with corpse-woman (she’d heard he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d bones called life and when living ladies heard he’d died the world began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the ribbons were too low for ghosts and all his demons. Detective Mister found his ****** revolver and no cell block too secured assured for dead men so police officer said, “Tiny Tim was too beautiful but he died today; the judge had verdict match the coroner; misadventure in love case closed casket so move along move along my fiends.
PET this pretty kitty,monster oh, WET is progress-pink disease of love,my victims(like when i break your heart i won’t deny it all so we suffer the Bigness of your LITTLEST pelvic region so unwish a world of pity flesh and my need for guidance is so much like-more the world born–pity my poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty so WET and in need of a good petting hand and two eyes upon my ever unwished words(never save me from these evil deeds of desire)ugh, ultra-omnipotence makes me hot and with a **** to pay the angels say,”what the devil needs to know I always seem to suffer myself;” so pet this pretty kitty,monster yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love