Twisting accretion beneath the skirt of corona
Corrupting between […]
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Twisting accretion beneath the skirt of corona Not written by me, but the only poem ever written to me and not just by that simple default, the best. […] Nature’s mistake. He sees no end. […] I can’t earn my self-decay For years known as “Crown of Dust Sentiment and Refraction” until I made the inevitable decision to title it something obscure. […] What do you think; “It’s as if, when I’m listening to it, the dick-head on my ear is being rubbed over.” -The Pants-less Scholar […] Started while on duty at the “Quarterback Challenge” Kennywood booth in the summer of 2002, finished that night at a local Denny’s on the back of a placemat and summarily given in it’s infant form to the girl I was attempting to have abscond from her eventual fiancĂ©, it has never felt complete and has gone through a myriad of minor changes as my vocabulary expanded, which has perhaps made it better with age. […] The shit from their cages …amidst encroaching flash fires, consuming |
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