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Time and drugs, the binding of our book. How can I love when my heart beats like the wings of a dying butterfly? Hands shake shake shake hard enough that the leaves from surrounding trees fall and the salt and pepper shakers clang China notes upon the table. I spit on you, but I have no right (nor left) to do so. Cut your hair, go for a run, leave yourself behind. Dance with yourself or dance with the devil, the two are one and one is zero. Coffee, bass, thump, stomp, coffee coffee coffee. Ingest toxicity as the earth ingests the rain, the rain that once was water- wasn't it? Bleeding eyes and tasteless lips and feet that touch, soul to sole. Who are you to dance, to drink, to forget, while I stand stagnant as a memory? Come home to tearful cheeks and screams of pain, come kiss my eyelids with your punches, or stay buried within your beautiful haze of smoke and uppers downers all-arounders. Capture a moment as a child captures an ant, harmless at first until the tweezers come out and then- oh, there go my legs. And in the other realms the time sweeps through sands of soulless poison, green and beautiful and stocked in slime enough to cover all of Jerusalem. Dance dance dance until you seize and your mind is a blank page of uncried ****** tears. And as my soul burns upward and the flames singe my nostrils, I reach toward the closest substance, just push push push these flames back inside and downward, before I combust into a ball of hellfire right here on the grey tile floor.
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
An Ode to Soles
Time and drugs, the binding of our book. How can I love when my heart beats like the wings of a dying butterfly? Hands shake shake shake hard enough that the leaves from surrounding trees fall and the salt and pepper shakers clang China notes upon the table. I spit on you, but I have no right (nor left) to do so. Cut your hair, go for a run, leave yourself behind. Dance with yourself or dance with the devil, the two are one and one is zero. Coffee, bass, thump, stomp, coffee coffee coffee. Ingest toxicity as the earth ingests the rain, the rain that once was water- wasn't it? Bleeding eyes and tasteless lips and feet that touch, soul to sole. Who are you to dance, to drink, to forget, while I stand stagnant as a memory? Come home to tearful cheeks and screams of pain, come kiss my eyelids with your punches, or stay buried within your beautiful haze of smoke and uppers downers all-arounders. Capture a moment as a child captures an ant, harmless at first until the tweezers come out and then- oh, there go my legs. And in the other realms the time sweeps through sands of soulless poison, green and beautiful and stocked in slime enough to cover all of Jerusalem. Dance dance dance until you seize and your mind is a blank page of uncried ****** tears. And as my soul burns upward and the flames singe my nostrils, I reach toward the closest substance, just push push push these flames back inside and downward, before I combust into a ball of hellfire right here on the grey tile floor.
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casey-lederman
Israeli
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
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