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#blabbering
double long, triple-strong caffeine pinch hopping round cardiovascular road strips; its hues are bloodshot contrasts blending well in peripheries alienating sources of scarlet origin; eyelips swallow eyeballs; impossible to bite on, for their teeth are on the outside pulling punches, stopping short of eye-lashing out * the ellipse of Your eyelips swallows my irises siamese twin suns sky-connected at the luminous breeze falling asleep on my chest vivid abreast the pyre of lungs
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Blabbering
Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy. Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy. Lippy hippy, slippy dippy. Nasty-nicey, normally snippy. Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey. Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey. Hinky-stinky presidential ***** Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko. Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy Get a mop, it never stops. Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy Face as gross as rotten taffy. Whammy-bammy, scary scammy Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy. Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy ******* up future jumpy bumpy. Glossy boss, a frightful loss Ungathered moss at twice the cost. Serious gap while the country naps ****** sap giving us a slap. Frightening nooses tightening, Rights denied like summer lightning. Ignoring Popes and Snopes Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes. Immune to our cries, elected guys Make horrifying decisions most unwise. Like black magic before all our eyes We’re leaderless as freedom dies.
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
FLIBBER FLABBER
A pearl of the rarest kind Given with pure earnest trust To be locked away in the securest safe; your heart that's caged Lest the lock, your blabbering tongue, is opened With the alluring key of gossip and envy.
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Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Secrets
I sit here and type while the sounds of alcohol dribble in through the netting of my screen. The pseudo-intellectual noise of the painfully stupid absolutely infiltrates. I sit here and type while I wait for the camel to burn. For his blue feet to go up in small, mighty embers. Resisting their ultimate culmination. I sit here and type while my cat blinks at the iridescence of nothing; glinting in it's all-encompassing emergence. The invisible fields; designs of the archaic. I sit here and type while realities flatten in lives everywhere. Tragedy unfolds upon more tragedy; leaving no survivors, no triumph. I sit here and type while the Oroboros eat their own tails; solidifying their eternal return and cyclicality. Serpents, in movements of blindness; displaying their ever-lasting existence. I sit here and type while domesticated peoples everywhere bypass the phenomena that is, our humanity. Giving in to temporal compression; eyes bandaged. I sit here and type while nothing in particular happens. The terminally mad go mad, the desperate prisoner remains imprisoned, the lipstick stains the mouth and we all go on, as if we weren't the wiser.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
I Sit Here and Type
Through the alcoholic breath I stumble across my words I speak tales of life and death Regard duels of guns and swords Mumbling about honor and grace While I can barely easy my pace I’m walking in circles, once again Inside the bottle, eased my pain
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Blurred Out Glass