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Notes during Jane’s night out and its afterbathe.
when your heart's beating overtime you drool poison in your sleep and you're looking down on this wound of slaughter simply turn your head and repress the urge for mischief mirth and laughter
Jane’s prayer of control
Deathlessness becomes my Oedipus Restlessness, my Vein I spy from the Windows upon the Exterior ; It's Humid, Night and Rain I pave my Thoughts ; all bark and froth I Pound Drinks It Powers tight my Bellows I Hound the Clock My energy thrives out a fan of nerves I create an idea of what's soon to be A plan of posable culture forms flossy in my Tide and (as the Night Out steps up) It Bites firm in my mind
I stride across the threshold Betraying nothing Of the Savage I've put together Slough Suited in neat Disguise.
Raw Meat and Red Teeth I'm a Bow to the Moon I Click over Cobbles A Mad Energy Bailed in my Stomach I Task Myself Open And Daring Prey to Cross the Tension Strung on my Senses All Hot Gut and Wire I'm Playing at Being A Wild and Mean Thing And I am Dedicated to this Wound.
Observe Others :
The exclusive clubbers present their cards of invite And go swiftly about the social wetwork Their practices and manners Interact and ply Pulling teeth of the guises Harvesting an inflammation of words A baffle of tongue chorings There is an hour There follow more Whittling time Taming code Resorting to a little physical... Then they take their leave ; Prizes into the nights snare.
Observe My Racing Brain :
Let’s put Sleep to Death And purify madness We shall practice giddy boils of imagination Bright And quick lives could flare Brief celebrities Hastily added To this new chattering evolution There'd be little lung for morals And sorrows would be swift experiments Let's make all lives what they really are Put Sleep to Death And be recognized As blurs As shots As stars and spittings Firing in this universe This playground This raw wash of activity
Observe my Near Miss :
gunbeat memory fleeing ; murrums over soils stresses and seas desaturation my colourless meat mind down hasty retreat coma tones my last retreat failing the game and foul on my feet
but then spoiled warmth floods back my sponge reforms damaged but re-soaked current again
Observe Hospital Stay :
Talisman Brighter than a new spawned sage Appears to me. Abyss-less It lisps of rest And passes me its clay. Obedient I foster a dent And begin to draw my feed.
Observe my learning :
take a breath expel a myth pattern a thought create an action reset and repetitude
Observe a Single Step :
This is a Me (hands indicate body that they are a part of) A responsive sock of meats flush with The Other and stringy with Thinker
From The Other operations may be performed Within this mix a View dwells this could be said to be a Me
The Being makes a physical step forward A Me indicated that it ought to and it did
Observing Spark Plug :
...and 'oh my God' did I cry I sparked like I was made of knives and it carried me I was adopted I was addressing reasoning burying it fiercely and fare pounding clay over it and enhancing my surroundings content yet without trust re-start welled and sad sick excited a primal plug connected and this world had once seemed so borrowed, adolescent and unpracticed.
she vomits flowers blossoms petals rough crystals that scratch the interior of her crooked throat thorns that pierce but that doesn't matter because the immense beauty of the roses they bear is irreplaceable and the stems wilt and her mouth is heavy from the weight of the garden she projects but it's too beautiful not to.
he vomits thick black tar deceiving honey, her feet are stuck and entangled with the petals strewn across the floor the tar defeats her rich chrome spectrum of flowers and drowns each and every last drop of her beauty and self devotion until she is nothing but a mound of thick black tar and a bloodied bruised heart rolling in his deceiving honey.
I've been breathing in everything I hate Such as the smoke from fire that bellows beneath my feet, It burns and it scalds and yet, I do not learn my lesson. My lungs have become airbags- deflated, charred It hurts me to breathe but yet, I do not learn my lesson.
I have been shown the sweet smells from the valley, The honeysuckle kisses against my dried lips But nectar is far more vicious than tar. For it sticks to you like a bad memory It will coat you in a sweet sickness, A birth from a joyous hospital room Honeysuckle kisses upon dry lips, While they pump you full of the tar.
So while my lungs cannot heave anymore, And my organs coated with depression The nectar does nothing but upset my stomach It causes it to wretch like a screaming baby Lack of honeysuckle kisses fuels the fire. I will continue to burn and scald my feet- But I will not succumb to the iridescence That will one day leave you sick, And sticky sweet.
I know that I have killed myself a thousand times in my head, Never fully grasping the concept of leaving. I do not know when the thoughts started, I guess they've always been there, Whispering and taking turns rotting my brain into the landfill of decay and broken thoughts. No longer the pink fleshy muscle that sat presently in my head. It had turned to tar, Black and thick, R U N N I N G Dripping, Suffocating the light away from the open cracks where creativity once flowed through. Unfathomable, the thought of dying, ceasing to exist. What have I become?
My voice is much more hoarse now Whether from overuse or under-use I can't quite tell As each word connects, the progression of my voice slowly fades Like a shouting whisper I return to silence Breath has become a dire marker in my attitude Strangely it speaks like that of a slow moving drop despite it all Calm and quite, as was I, as was the breath
Nothing will remain un-inked; Wounds bleed and feelings can **** and that is why everything must spill. I can't keep this pent up fire caged inside my mouth, the anger, the unfairness of it all erodes my teeth.
Your medicine wasn't medicine at all; more like subtle attempts of mutilation than a velleity. And your arms felt like home, until all love left them, and they felt like smoke enveloping me; you never made it easier to live, right next to you I couldn't breathe.
I will not miss you because there is no place safer than inside the skin I've slowly learned to love, inside eroding flesh, eroding cells, someday I will possess a brand new vessel, a stranger to your ****.
And when you'll come knocking Your utterances will have no gravity; You cannot heal scars with a mouth that exhales tar. You exhale and what your breath touches falls prey to decay - *I wish to remain.
Deathreat Man sends a My Little Pony minus a body to the Corleonasi, but he ain't no brony, only demonstratin' stones so stonking that Don Cagni di Lacey cups his own coglioni in his mafiablack incontinence *****, sobbing dishonourably, like his ladycop namesakes off the box, were they on the beat and on the blob.