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There are tongues hidden away inside cabinets, fingers pressed between the floorboards, members ****** into dresser drawers -- You caressed them lovingly, every tooth and freckle turned over in your memory, you play them over as you sleep And every once in awhile, their faces gulp to life beneath your chest, and maybe your heart beat quickly for a moment, and you whispered to yourself: thank god, this day has finally come -- His kindergarten dreams his sugar sweet mouth his cream soft tongue, they succumbed to you like beasts trapped beneath the riverbed You let them float, dry tongues hang out between bloodied lips, you touched their lips in the darkness and the dance continued until morning And later, caught up in the nightmare you stared into the sky. Maybe the full moon reached out and touched you, maybe you smiled But you said, thank god; thank god I am the man I am -- And something made you, starstuff shaped and twisted until they formed those fingers, those hands those eyes the brows that would furrow in the darkness of that closet until it came down over your head and as the memories surged through your mind? I hope they came first, one wailing scream pushing through your heart before you succumbed thank god, thank god
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
apartment 213, milwaukee
There are tongues hidden away inside cabinets, fingers pressed between the floorboards, members ****** into dresser drawers -- You caressed them lovingly, every tooth and freckle turned over in your memory, you play them over as you sleep And every once in awhile, their faces gulp to life beneath your chest, and maybe your heart beat quickly for a moment, and you whispered to yourself: thank god, this day has finally come -- His kindergarten dreams his sugar sweet mouth his cream soft tongue, they succumbed to you like beasts trapped beneath the riverbed You let them float, dry tongues hang out between bloodied lips, you touched their lips in the darkness and the dance continued until morning And later, caught up in the nightmare you stared into the sky. Maybe the full moon reached out and touched you, maybe you smiled But you said, thank god; thank god I am the man I am -- And something made you, starstuff shaped and twisted until they formed those fingers, those hands those eyes the brows that would furrow in the darkness of that closet until it came down over your head and as the memories surged through your mind? I hope they came first, one wailing scream pushing through your heart before you succumbed thank god, thank god
Jeffrey Dahmer was an American serial killer, active from 1987-1991. His murders involved **** dismemberment, cannibalism, and necrophilia, and he often kept objects from these murders in his apartment. The apartment became famous because of it. In prison in 1994, he was beaten by another inmate with a broom handle, and died of his wounds. I got all my information from Wikipedia.
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
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