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mark of cain in my hemoglobin, i'm more open to repast on brains. to dine on flesh enmeshed in baseball parks and homes restrained by greed of the same. and the cry of the people takes great pains to refine the message of a blank stare. a blemish, stark with catacombs disarranged in harm honey. the ogre of pine. the amber pane where we bleed. we name nameless, by the by, to the finish. but not alone. up your petticoat with my blind cleaver. my Occam razor to your stain. a fine mess express in hateful art and boneless jade we feed on the frame of our reference. skylarking harmonious curves dismayed by their own mind. they confess it. at the statefair. replenished, they knish in falderal disengaged from honesty. the poker blind. where the eye staid. where we need. we need most ... tell ya why..... to diminish but not atone. and so it goes. i erode the continent. sneaky pete in the crease of all strange. itchy feet. maimed in false lies of the ripple. made fake to real love. unclaimed. a gangly part of broken promises made we retreat at last. with our last mimes. we undress. with savoir faire. distinguished in our dashery ill fated. calamity's bark. hard to define. where the mind misbehaved. we're complete most where the hole resides... to imprison but not hold.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
I'll be the only ******* zombie, slaying zombies !
mark of cain in my hemoglobin, i'm more open to repast on brains. to dine on flesh enmeshed in baseball parks and homes restrained by greed of the same. and the cry of the people takes great pains to refine the message of a blank stare. a blemish, stark with catacombs disarranged in harm honey. the ogre of pine. the amber pane where we bleed. we name nameless, by the by, to the finish. but not alone. up your petticoat with my blind cleaver. my Occam razor to your stain. a fine mess express in hateful art and boneless jade we feed on the frame of our reference. skylarking harmonious curves dismayed by their own mind. they confess it. at the statefair. replenished, they knish in falderal disengaged from honesty. the poker blind. where the eye staid. where we need. we need most ... tell ya why..... to diminish but not atone. and so it goes. i erode the continent. sneaky pete in the crease of all strange. itchy feet. maimed in false lies of the ripple. made fake to real love. unclaimed. a gangly part of broken promises made we retreat at last. with our last mimes. we undress. with savoir faire. distinguished in our dashery ill fated. calamity's bark. hard to define. where the mind misbehaved. we're complete most where the hole resides... to imprison but not hold.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:29 AM UTC
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