The Fortune CookieCrackle in my palm Bursting with prophecy and dry niceness. The sky opens. As my eyes scan you, your delicate curves Hard, Broken pieces like glass Why do I car? I don’t. But I’m social,The Fortune Cookie
So I’ll try. Sweet to my lips I undress your knowledge with my hunger. Cracking your spine and shattering your very shield, You have been consumed I sit. And think to myself, What’s it like to be eaten?
Charitably IgnorantWe dress in easy ache Black mother bare Robbed the incubate urge From away Life can cool ugly likeCharitably Ignorant
wanting We produce elaborate symphonies of
would like to
T.V. tells a peachy love
of honey lies POWER is TRUTH ‘my
YouYou Light me up Like one of your erotic cigarettes InhaleYou
me
deep Take me into your lungs
And I will show you what Real love is. I will show you how the word
Am
Feels
I am here I am existing on the opposite side of your blindness
Light me up Like one of your repulsive cigarettes
But don
The Meat GrinderNumbly waiting inside the hedges blankly gazing downward downwardThe Meat Grinder
I can see the earth's insides
The static electricity stalks my ears foaming over what I probably should be hearing Where am I again? The chemically green grass smiles up at me. and there they are, they sit in there little underground houses and they are all saying it's nice and cool down here surrounded by the dirt. and when the worms start to eat
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~ Shoot for the moon - even if you miss, you'll land among the stars (And I forgot who owns the pretty quote
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