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Zero Nine May 2017
Don't be afraid to
come into the backroom.
Part the curtain first
if you think you need a peek,
but honey, I've been waiting
here with all the answers.
You'll see.

What do you seek from this trans-trash
patch of bleached grass? Underneath,
infinite versions of me/my design holes,
tunnels in mud searching for sunshine.
But I want to ask you, who claims the noose?
Who gets to rise past the others in the end,
but then gets the knife so as to start again?
All ants, all ants, pull all but two legs loose,
and you're dancing in pants, wearing the tune
of the long, last living human in blues.

Inspired by the various works of David Lynch and Die Antwoord
Francie Lynch Dec 2015
A lost castle
In Galway called Lynch's,
Long lost
Its princesses and princes;
The blood took its chances
On foreign Romances,
Now Lynches
Spread over the globe.
Doesn't follow true limerick style, but somehow it works.
Sidebar: Che Guevera's last name was Lynch. I believe his mother or grandmother was from Galway, and he went by Lynch til he became Che.
Anthony Perry May 2014
I was walking late at night and a group of guys came around looking for an easy fight, I kept my hopes up that they would leave but all they did was get in my face so I pulled up my sleeves, there was one on each side of me and a little one in the front, that's the one who was pushing me then grabbed my face and pulled me to his level so I could see him telling he'd **** me up like a ****, I ripped away and said dont touch me so he punched me in the gut, he just pushed me to my edge and my mental strings had just been cut so that's when I snapped, I went wide eyed, yelling and shouting, I picked up a heavy rock then hit him in the head and it went crack, red is flooding through his hair going everywhere and now he's screaming that all he's seeing is black, he's pleading but I just can't stop because I made a pact with the demons inside that are pounding on the walls of my heart making it feel like its under attack, the other two are backing away in shock with their jaws dropping every second like a clock, I must look like an animal but I'm just trying to fight the urge from turning into a cannibal except my brain is firing synapses like cannonballs so I'm finding myself chewing on his ear like I've got a pair mandibles, I'm a tried and true horror fiend, sticking my fingers in your eye sockets because you couldn't seem to see that I'm not what I seemed, all this blood on my teeth I'll assume you could see it gleam while I was chewing on his cheek, after gnawing on this guys neck it seems he has sprung a leak so I got up and stared staring, while laughing at the others I was yelling that I'm winning and I'm grinning because I'm feeling a little like Charlie Sheen with a presence of comfort and zen, after this fight I realized the box where I keep my sanity has got no ceiling since I'm beginning to chuckle again and again after seeing that all is left is just 2 and a half men

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