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It is as it should be: I manage  a morsel of impuissant gum the axe  fleetingly whistles it's regrets but neglects to see it It could be a tear, you see, or  the virtuous wound of the denounced martyr, but now its just gum awkwardly sticking to the exposed member of this bling garish steel Still I can't deny the inevitability: I have through connected rings a way into the universe (a reluctant Oracle: PTSD flashes   of my body tied up, shaved into oblivion) But maybe its right for these limbs to be used, goddess or ***** becoming whatever you entice it to be, opening  up in gaping welcome, an oscillating entrance for the multitude or the discerning blade sizing up my flesh,scavenging  exclusively for artful gains in my delightful corpse… a choleric   eye, hostile hands, a body circumspectly in gesture of deviance It is as it should be: Symbiotic hands whittle  away slivers of death, tenderly sandpapering errant shards from my now raging living face to once again behold the seasons
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
The tree as it's being cut
It is as it should be: I manage  a morsel of impuissant gum the axe  fleetingly whistles it's regrets but neglects to see it It could be a tear, you see, or  the virtuous wound of the denounced martyr, but now its just gum awkwardly sticking to the exposed member of this bling garish steel Still I can't deny the inevitability: I have through connected rings a way into the universe (a reluctant Oracle: PTSD flashes   of my body tied up, shaved into oblivion) But maybe its right for these limbs to be used, goddess or ***** becoming whatever you entice it to be, opening  up in gaping welcome, an oscillating entrance for the multitude or the discerning blade sizing up my flesh,scavenging  exclusively for artful gains in my delightful corpse… a choleric   eye, hostile hands, a body circumspectly in gesture of deviance It is as it should be: Symbiotic hands whittle  away slivers of death, tenderly sandpapering errant shards from my now raging living face to once again behold the seasons
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:31 AM UTC
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