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AirspaceFrom above through cadaver eyes The ejaculate galaxy shines glitters like the eyes of a pimp tending his flockAirspace
like stars, like drag clubs, like the end of a needle
Burnt bullet shells fall the tide of excrement and dead skin-
dead kin- and lidless eyes
But this blunt axe takes to This sour Milky Way...like a junkie
cuts in the concrete bleed inspiration,
which is lapped up by the
fairies and the burnouts and the empty tea-cup poets,
like a kitten with cream- like a whore in a low-budget porno.


Angry SnowflakeGolden boy and the killer sit smiling At a swing set on Yage road The Jesus-freak swings from the meat hook Hefts the heaviness of the loadAngry Snowflake
The killer rose and began to dance While eclipse rise in the sky golden boy lit up his Christmas light wings acid fire reflects in his eyes
Visual stimulus-flaming cunt Auditory stimulus-distorted grind Cuts flash pastel in worried bones I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
The killer's packed with dynamite Golden boy's got matchstick touch As a napalm sea spins a tidal wave He says "Sit back and watc
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thanks for the fav!!
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he doesn't look a thing like jesus
but he talks like a gentleman
like you imagined when you were young.
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Play the platforming adventure game entitled, Highscore. My friend and I have been working on it for over a year. This is a link to the full game! Don't let the game's title fool you.
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why do you use the word grandiose so much?
thank you for the favorites
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"when i grow up and get married i'm living alone!"
2, you're very welcome!
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"when i grow up and get married i'm living alone!"
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