EupneaYour surrogate-self is beneath this plasma-screen and now, outfitted with voices and ink he is taking shape, a non-emissary, who breathes.Eupnea
I am encumbered with some cycle of deja-vu where I am walking towards someone and it is dark, except for one esoteric light and I have all my mistakes at the tip of every orifice, in all my pores,
ready to be purged with sweat and tears. They are saturated with abstersion. I am not sure who I am anymore. My identity evaporates with every footstep -
Am I a tragic lover? A jealous bitch? A fiery mistress? An innocuou
Yellow BeachLast night, I was dreaming of a sewer lake. Darkness coagulated like tar; the air hung, muggy, tangibly sticky. Breathing made my lungs oily. A rotting moon, strewn away, lay forgotten in a corner of my peripheral vision. I remember a high, green-dotted cliff. There were floodlights there, lit starkly with blue luminescent-glare against the hot sky. I fell in, swimming in dirty strings of stinking, rotting garbage, and the roar of a motorboat off in the distance sped slowly towards me. I floated, bobbing, mesmerized by the crescendoing roar, lulled by stench, raw noise, muted color. The cliff grew higher; the dock above me grew giant spider-lYellow Beach
LSFrom paradise I've waxedLS
and waned profound. You were there
when moons dissolved.
I can hardly tell myself
the reasons, but with enough
mantras I can write your letters.
Could tears and sweat be our
dialect? With what tongue should
I address your new life?
The synecdoche adoration seeks
its whole. You are the proximal
and preliminal part of me.
YangRun, and set your world on fire.Yang
Take the violin with you.
Play, and be her one admirer.
Know the mistress is a liar,
Truth can be the means, too.
Pray, and be her one admirer.
Drown in whispers and desire,
Keep the knife close when subdued.
Stay, and be her one admirer.
Only Gods and Men inspire,
She can send our minds askew.
Pay, and be her one admirer.
Hold her hand and take her higher
Close her eyes, and take her thro
dreams of me, in dreams of youwe are born of the fires that melt lesser souls these flames that have licked our fingers have tempered tolls we pay the path &ndreams of me, in dreams of you
Pro Tempore
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To change the world,
Start with one step.
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*OoOoo.
It seems like you should go, though.
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*OoOoo.
By the way: your hair colour rules
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Nothing Nothing Nothing.
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