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You unwrapped my blind fold I could only see this mess of deconstructed bones The smog filled my bleeding nostrils I gasped to know the truth of a world rotating in circumvention Tangents of humiliation A crab crawls back into its used receptacle It does not have to face the uneven shadows Fairy wings brittle and break The ashes of frightened unicorns Paths off way far into the emasculated jungle Hidden silences wielded in your depth Machines and paper plates The trees of battered car horns and biohazard bags The stereotypical infantile jungle world Without the echoes of the children you never should have had Mary prostitutes herself on the corner The Holy Ghost burns unnoticed Please let us go back to a time When we could sit still without retrograding voices Telling us to progress and revolve We can no longer feel awesomed in the presence of a structural anomaly One that had never lived or breathed Or failed We were on the verge of a revolution Before they took our fairytales away The myths were replaced with shear and utter disgust For the entire human community Let us retreat to the forest of Incas and attack dogs For we can not have a revolution of one.
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
Pillow cases fill the tree tops
You unwrapped my blind fold I could only see this mess of deconstructed bones The smog filled my bleeding nostrils I gasped to know the truth of a world rotating in circumvention Tangents of humiliation A crab crawls back into its used receptacle It does not have to face the uneven shadows Fairy wings brittle and break The ashes of frightened unicorns Paths off way far into the emasculated jungle Hidden silences wielded in your depth Machines and paper plates The trees of battered car horns and biohazard bags The stereotypical infantile jungle world Without the echoes of the children you never should have had Mary prostitutes herself on the corner The Holy Ghost burns unnoticed Please let us go back to a time When we could sit still without retrograding voices Telling us to progress and revolve We can no longer feel awesomed in the presence of a structural anomaly One that had never lived or breathed Or failed We were on the verge of a revolution Before they took our fairytales away The myths were replaced with shear and utter disgust For the entire human community Let us retreat to the forest of Incas and attack dogs For we can not have a revolution of one.
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sparkles-asparagus
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
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