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mike Oct 2016
ash
ash is a physical shadow
you only can see
with the light
of your mind
mike Sep 2016
******* my red silhouette.
mike Sep 2016
My apartment purrs around me sometimes.
mike Sep 2016
Once there was a floating hand and it had nobody and it was in the middle of nowhere and it floaded to the middle of nowhere for a time that was inconceivable until one day I found a floating pencil... And it picked up that floating pencil... and I thought yay now I can make some friends and at first I just threw some shapes and they were awful and horrible and it hated itself so it gave up but then after a while it decided to hone its skills and it drew a dragon monster and the dragon monster came to life and it decided that dragon monsters were terrifying so it got away from the dragon monster but it's still all of its gold and made some chains out of it and became a rapper and it live that kind of life for a while but then it decided that it was tired of that life and its last album was about becoming a better person... Then one day I decided I don't need somebody else I just need to feel complete... So it decided to draw a wrist and an arm and a torso and legs and the neck and the head and a ***** and a ****** because it figured what the hell there's nobody else here to judge me I'll just be a man and a woman... But now that it was a person it became lonely again the way through a bunch of friends and a bunch of people to be around it and once they came to life they looked at it and said growth of hermaphrodite and it died of shame in Exile the end
Bedtime stories for diana
mike Sep 2016
i would let the scientist turn me into a man-sized bug, shed my shell to give you an exoskeletal armor to wear. Protect you from the madness.
mike Sep 2016
i have an extra limb.
it speaks to me in a strange sign language that we invented and i am its victim.
it gives me intolerable orders:
acts of cruelty and political assassination.
its metabolism is alien and rapid
it feeds off of the rest of me...
i am it's yolk; walking me from
town to town, i am a withering crisp.

i lay my head down and it creeps into my nightmares
claws at the inside of my skull.
48 days are scratched into the walls 48 days...
i hear the other tenants screaming screaming my name in symbols
symbols i do not understand...
satan must be
muttering Madness.
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