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dirty dungeon demonic by webs warring wilderness such a kiss to destroy – those
pages this space as deranged in deterioration – a gut gauged at glory such
penalty such prisons a man spends his life – as controlled as blitzed such bold
banshees. so made to hurt others so much in tender pain while a pill might give
salt. a catchy ambulance a siren screaming so ironic I died lately.
permanent bass ears blasted cages
crashing – a fool for forlorn’d mommy so touched by social unrest. it was death
finding you it’s been fantasy finding you so darkened in some valley – as an
angel so automatic a body makes a man die – so outcasted so picked too
deliberate at talking fantasies.
walls higher
bricks jaded or paid to recline. desperate sins melancholic cargo at terrors in
her head. minds yelling trying to work space trying to encourage God; maybe
passive or hands elsewhere pulling guts out of mortar. reglue deaths take
particles expose a soul to its wedding. played out in cartoons a woman but a
spider I see trapdoors. so flexible too addictive with passions roaring at
sins. in care with hell in essence with bells so floored it assassinates
itself. courage to feud masters at passivity where one needs aggression – so
abased so abashed so angry. a fear in fancies a fret in winds as deadly in a
second. so fused so frantic so fair to destroying. a paired maniac, a
hundred-mile dash at terror laughing with Love.
tried
to locate unintentional levity while lost addicted to exterior. by reckless
skies by dangerous skills so confused so locomotive so on edge. refashioned or
refurbished as a soul might get healing – by gut-fire such hilarity sure into
heinous rules – by battle or cattle such lashing of flesh. if but to carry its
thresh or to capture like pigeons so much pride in filth. a dirty passion a
nasty winner as dying to unlive a last perfection.
