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She brought me to the devil— swept the leaves off my brain & we jumped in the pile. After rolling a few & burning we bathed in wine washing our minds with chicken soup for the soul. He appeared in the stars & we smiled— absorbing his card through a lovely osmosis supposing the black roses hiding behind his back were cut by a queen of swords. We skipped roped w/ a noose cuttin’ loose our useless baggage by tossing them over a stony cliff. As the devil lit a cigarette s/he mumbled something about a conscious shift. The devil gave us a gift— It was a skull inside a prince’s disk shaped discus change purse. “I bring you death as a parting gift to show where to put the change.” We laughed & giggled as we played with plasma— that’s liked fire cubed.
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
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She brought me to the devil— swept the leaves off my brain & we jumped in the pile. After rolling a few & burning we bathed in wine washing our minds with chicken soup for the soul. He appeared in the stars & we smiled— absorbing his card through a lovely osmosis supposing the black roses hiding behind his back were cut by a queen of swords. We skipped roped w/ a noose cuttin’ loose our useless baggage by tossing them over a stony cliff. As the devil lit a cigarette s/he mumbled something about a conscious shift. The devil gave us a gift— It was a skull inside a prince’s disk shaped discus change purse. “I bring you death as a parting gift to show where to put the change.” We laughed & giggled as we played with plasma— that’s liked fire cubed.
with a little play and help from MMK.
brycical
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
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