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~ I. *Killing Mary Poppins with a spoonful of sugar, the sugar from the medicine on the other side of town, the town called Silent Hedges And A Bit Of Fluff.* II. *Only a display model, her name is Marmalade; skin white like the moon, she wears her ****** stranger dress; one of her sisters is dying, the other never lived; God is a far off concept, the fuchsia colored ball on an overhead power grid points her way to salvation.* III. *Morning became something else: bright decline, cold things start to burn, tragic saxophone among the beckoning, everything's a symptom: tax exiles, imperialists, girls talking nitrous --mouths full of soil, Virginia Reel around the fountain (do-si-do), ready to buy up impossibles as the dominoes fall.* IV. *Memory is a chemical to the girl who cried champagne, like ceiling stars during the prodigal summer, she played the game on all fours, and found a drawer full of quarantine polaroids, some with blood in her mouth, others, of rain on her birthday.* ~
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Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC
Fairytales of the Inner Light
~ I. *Killing Mary Poppins with a spoonful of sugar, the sugar from the medicine on the other side of town, the town called Silent Hedges And A Bit Of Fluff.* II. *Only a display model, her name is Marmalade; skin white like the moon, she wears her ****** stranger dress; one of her sisters is dying, the other never lived; God is a far off concept, the fuchsia colored ball on an overhead power grid points her way to salvation.* III. *Morning became something else: bright decline, cold things start to burn, tragic saxophone among the beckoning, everything's a symptom: tax exiles, imperialists, girls talking nitrous --mouths full of soil, Virginia Reel around the fountain (do-si-do), ready to buy up impossibles as the dominoes fall.* IV. *Memory is a chemical to the girl who cried champagne, like ceiling stars during the prodigal summer, she played the game on all fours, and found a drawer full of quarantine polaroids, some with blood in her mouth, others, of rain on her birthday.* ~
Carlo-C-Gomez
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 4:13 PM UTC
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