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Knife Roulette???

Alleviate a misrepresentation done by an alienated tainted nation unstable unable to distill a thrill so full of life and underlying bites of lice and spices all lined up on the counter which slices all my toes into a loud and restless ghost from the coast to the bar room to where we keep the jar of fruit and peaches and human skulls.

 

I place your fingers on the table

Cornered like adjacent angles

Keep all your horses in one stable

And let the eyelashes all dangle.

 

Shouting all the answers into an empty can of no chicken noodle soup truly cooped up in my room because it seems to make no difference in the way I speak to my friends as long as they're right in the end, and I descend below the ranks as the one who makes a good point but you still want to **** yourself at the sound of his voice, no choice but to rid myself of the noise.

 

I place your fingers on the table

Cornered like adjacent angles

Keep all your horses in one stable

And let the eyelashes all dangle.

 

Your face echos like a long lost eagle in the chasm of a cliff filled with concrete, oh how evil is a lawn streaked with blood and guts and bones and ruts and pain and plucks of violin luck, honoring dishonoring never taken honestly, joyously devoid of these separated entities. Just back up for a second and speak, let me eat myself and weep, let me take my eyes out first so I can listen to your twisted verse

 

You drove my hearse! Clouds burst and from the sky comes a rain the color of your eyes and I don't know why I can't seem to clarify all the choices I have made in my past, mistakes and lies. I am nothing but a tool to make my own life much less hard to live and ever so slightly it takes me a bit **** this this **** is useless i dont even know why i ever ******* do this.

 

yet there's nothing wrong.

 

I place your fingers on the table

Cornered like adjacent angles

Keep all your horses in one stable

And let the eyelashes all dangle.

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Feb 17, 2011
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(c) Ryan Bowdish 2010-2011

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