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earlyish in the mourning the moon begins to rise to the dirtiest consorting in the room between the thighs forbidden fruit from a filthy city that ruins lives so the troupe snipped ribbons ripped ties flew the coupe and found suit elsewhere Hell thought it was provoking when they caught em smoking loosies & tagging in elementary school bathrooms & peeping ****** movies for free mercy me, a perturbing flea ridden circus ballyhoo at high noon just look between the alleyways like pearly gates adjacent to & facing toward the gallow stage saved for traitors & may I say these are unhallowed days triple x files. furious grady stiles walked the daily eighty miles to the liquor store for his quick pick or maybe just a curious eye sore for bored out tricks on the nearest corner & the queerest gory ***** flicks for a nickel a dime a quarter &please; - mind the camera - hammer sickle sanskrit star prison bar stripe flock stickered on the flickering light mock bicker then its quiet on the farm tonight ⁢ doesn't seem right   the sicker sheep seek sleepless nights in the street took Darwinian flight & a diving leap to diamond minds thicker fleece & meaner teeth drinking on cheap forties sneakin up on sweet ***** mother glory lordy.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
Alchemist's Unicorn; Disgruntled Youth Overture
earlyish in the mourning the moon begins to rise to the dirtiest consorting in the room between the thighs forbidden fruit from a filthy city that ruins lives so the troupe snipped ribbons ripped ties flew the coupe and found suit elsewhere Hell thought it was provoking when they caught em smoking loosies & tagging in elementary school bathrooms & peeping ****** movies for free mercy me, a perturbing flea ridden circus ballyhoo at high noon just look between the alleyways like pearly gates adjacent to & facing toward the gallow stage saved for traitors & may I say these are unhallowed days triple x files. furious grady stiles walked the daily eighty miles to the liquor store for his quick pick or maybe just a curious eye sore for bored out tricks on the nearest corner & the queerest gory ***** flicks for a nickel a dime a quarter &please; - mind the camera - hammer sickle sanskrit star prison bar stripe flock stickered on the flickering light mock bicker then its quiet on the farm tonight ⁢ doesn't seem right   the sicker sheep seek sleepless nights in the street took Darwinian flight & a diving leap to diamond minds thicker fleece & meaner teeth drinking on cheap forties sneakin up on sweet ***** mother glory lordy.
A memoir.
#love#anger#memories#youth#truestory#disgruntled#overture#badneighborhood
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
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