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I'm grinding
and the dirt
I'm grinding
and the dirt
I'm grinding
and the dirt


And I don't
understand?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

please help me,


"The clawed hand is not for shaking,
although it has amazing grip."
-zₑᵤₛ



"Eat a pork shoulder
dusted in granite powder...
dash of cumen, a salty pinch
you'll get over it."
-ᴾᵉˡᵒᵖˢ

                                                  

    ­                                              "He is a porky one isn't she?" -ᴱʳᶦˢ




Betty, uh, Ms. Page,
didn't it bother you?

"Bother me?"

Well you know,
being a person of God,
-doing those things for money?

"Silly, I do what I do
BECAUSE I AM a believer!"
-ᴮᵉᵗᵗʸ ᴾᵃᵍᵉ
We are the Men who drop our pants!

We are the Men who drop our pants!
We are the Men who drop our pants!
We are the Men who drop our pants!

because
at our age
we can,
fall
Mother's Milk,
-feel no Whistles or Bells?

A river my poor state of mind,
feelings' worded
mediocre,
Meiotic
but I am home.

I wish to feel a bit more?
To expiate this Trollop!
Gibbeted?
-or boiled
I stew...

And finally,
yes finally...
...shall I **** the little Gnome?
I SHALL **** THE LITTLE GNOME.

Mendacious
not
Alone.
A raggedy old doll,
all ***** and dusty,
lying on the floor of old cabin.
When snuggled at night,
he sat up and sang,
a verse of the spellbook
of Sabians!

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“My heart warmed of her presence,”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“Her flowering scents so pleasant,”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“My mind about a treasure,”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“My fortune is her pleasure,”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“Lost I am you see?”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“Sun-ray crowned was she!”

“Golden-haired the raven!”

“Oh golden haired my raven!”

Just before dawn,
he sat up in bed,
to look upon his
new little girl.
Shined-up his button eyes,
and tilted his head…
then snuggled back into her curls.
Poetic tale
FATHER!

I know/that place you've been going,
That land where your dreams/were once ample and growing,
Yet lately it seems a darker life you are sowing.
Father I know/that place you've been going.

FATHER!

Shadows of Angels sure do amuse...
Each week that passes my hope dies a little too,
Now I'm heading south/headed straight down with you.
Father I know/that place you've been going.
Father I know that place you are going.

Father! -father,
father, father
father, father
-crushing you to pieces
father, father
father, father
-grinded into dust
father, father
father, father
Mortar/pestle if you must
father, father
father, father
To ashes with your trust
father, father
father, father
A man of morosity,
and I'm in your dust.


A man of morosity,
and I'm in your dust.



You're a man of morosity and I'm in your dust.


s h a t t e r e d
He cannot be a man,
until he has something to lose.

A boy must defend something,
in order to become a man.
I'm dragging a mountain
                                        down with me,
To those depths and
                                                       below this sea.

— The End —