December 2011
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June 2011
13 posts
someone had asked about k and b, and b was just going to say that k came and kidnapped b once, after which b quickly developed stockholm syndrome—and proceeded to run away.
and faster, faster, fast b ran until b found a place to call home—k’s a shaman you know, she must have put blood in his coffee—one day. b’d try to make more sense of this, if there was any sense to...
Anonymous asked: while acid baths moan shrieks of thrill...survival he screams, survival he weeps.
May 2011
43 posts
kkkkcash asked: use her hair as handle bars! feel her teeth through her ass.
lifeinthearctic asked: oh, i missed you.
subcontained asked: I have loved your blog for AGES.
(And I still do!~)
(And I still do!~)
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“and if i do not go to hell to help the suffering beings there, who else will go?”
until the hells are empty.
0855
wake up and smell the mirrors—
“see what you can take back, and scratch, scratch, scratch.”
skin itches like fire—burn, burn, burn.
the poison flowers manifest.
model slowly, and—learn, learn, learn.
down-turned flowers find rotten skin,
poison back through the veins again.
0900
1014
“what’s the magic number that these many men will live?”...
signals
empty bones,
nothing there—monsters?
they’ve all ran—golden light.
right through my window.
underwater, atlantis,
dark cold world.
where fishes swam,
maybe there and then.
summer just like spring before,
winter yet, and fall again,
walking backwards
and we’ve just began.
sweet summer’s lyin’ sweat—
everything is true again,
post-this, post-that,...
what i did when devil’s run
is what i’ll say when devil’s do.
high and mighty, i’ll give you that—
meek and lowly is my loaded gun.
0925
write these words down in your dreams,
dream your dreams—self-eating serpent.
at the concert, a symphony for the damned.
another magnificent carnival for the terrible,
let’s get good food fried.
every night is
as dark as the next
at the devil’s fair—
take a chance and dunk the damned.
howlin’, “the wicked banjo whines.”
a waitress tryin’ to...
signals
m is just a dog—
she’s here again
but it’s not who she was.
she’s better now.
it’s better or worse now
and always just the one,
no that is, again.
if the devil’s dog’s are dead
then there ain’t no hell,
just a boneyard full of souls.
blood in my mouth,
teeth through my tongue.
signals
a greater conversation with a lesser animal—it’s a rat race world,
just listen to the radio.
the antichrist came, i tell you, it was the rapture—
the rapture was nothing happened and no one showed up.
that’s him, that’s a rot belief.
a rotten word, the end is now.
there is one and only one, and not two.
going away, been gone.
0823
here’s the plan—a program.
let’s get ready to learn.
the facilities are endless, check the bathrooms.
find the men’s room behind the women’s door,
a piano in the men’s room.
check the video,
the camera is pointed at the camera,
the second camera is just above men’s room door.
late, take a seat with the group in the back.
working with, this...