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Moving shapes Of hulking, blackened, Highlighted shadows Going every which way Without the slightest Clue as to Which way They’re going Or coming from And they’re painted And draped And covered in straps, Shreds, Trails of furs, leathers, Plastics of every sort, And it gets hard to sort Them out, The monsters From Their Costumes. How much depravity Is enough or too much For the depraved Before the irony Is too clean To waste on themselves? I’m standing in the Midst Of a mist Of sweat and **** And my jeans Are soaked to the Shins with ***** Or sweat, Or **** Or hopefully blood, And I’m staring into A shifting cloud Of tall, thin, cold Glasses of water Waving skinny limbs, Twisting and flailing As the show Is put on for the Other bony, ragged Appendages by their Androgynous semi-owners, Draped in furs That are just as Flea bitten as Their desire to Create substance Through the flagrant Display of debauchery And purposeful And tactfully Tactless Effort To prove A lack Of substance.
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
--A Halloween Apocalypse--
Moving shapes Of hulking, blackened, Highlighted shadows Going every which way Without the slightest Clue as to Which way They’re going Or coming from And they’re painted And draped And covered in straps, Shreds, Trails of furs, leathers, Plastics of every sort, And it gets hard to sort Them out, The monsters From Their Costumes. How much depravity Is enough or too much For the depraved Before the irony Is too clean To waste on themselves? I’m standing in the Midst Of a mist Of sweat and **** And my jeans Are soaked to the Shins with ***** Or sweat, Or **** Or hopefully blood, And I’m staring into A shifting cloud Of tall, thin, cold Glasses of water Waving skinny limbs, Twisting and flailing As the show Is put on for the Other bony, ragged Appendages by their Androgynous semi-owners, Draped in furs That are just as Flea bitten as Their desire to Create substance Through the flagrant Display of debauchery And purposeful And tactfully Tactless Effort To prove A lack Of substance.
mike-bergeron
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Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
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