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A Dead Cat's Climb Inclined My Arrival:A Dead Cat's Climb Inclined by ~TargetWeightZero
Fifty empty smoke packs;
They are mine, thus they are me,
Sewn through twenty plastic ounces air
Seven-fold beneath my feet
Duct tape, ash-board, insect stain
Sharp, ambiguous cellophane
Two weeks' white, work laundry shamed,
Static on the seat.
The windshield caked cloud-resin decay,
Still clear enough to see.
And though none own a living thing,
He was Mine, thus He was me.
Our Passing:
So, there layed I, dormant,
Crossed seemlessly to a dream.
Eyes shut not, but not entirely
As no bullet holes can hold such things.
Bloody Foggy Kid A Day
A swamp-fern tombstone mind-delay
Feline funereal parades
Marching in r
Material Revelations You are the writer of survivalMaterial Revelations by ~TargetWeightZero
And you hold me like a pencil
With your index, thumb, and middle wrapped tightly
You point out my flaws of nature
You flick me off for lack of rapture
Then hitch a ride back to the top of everything
So, I bought a brand-new bible
Because it promised my revival
And had a silver-glow cross spinal overlay
But I could not grasp the message
No, I could not read the language
I guess my mind doesn't work for shiny things
Not the gold inside your churches
Not the change thrown in your purses
No, nothing but the sparkle-bright-blue sea
So, you can have back your eraser
And your graphite-filled container
Cleansed In some future,Cleansed by ~TargetWeightZero
I see children
Being baptised in a pool of holy sewage.
I pray it's not a premontion-
I can't bare to hear those children screaming,
Crying every time
They get our shit inside their eyes.
For Marks People say I'm not the normFor Marks by ~TargetWeightZero
I try so hard to think like you
Though adventures and conquests
Enter my domain of difference
And through these journeys lay my pains
These judgements that target me
And instantly deny acceptance
Another day has passed by
We never said goodbye
Cliche cliche cliche
Nor did we imply
how alone one can feel
Surrounded by acquaintances
I can see your face
And always hear your voice
Through drugged halucinations
And uncomfortable memories
Of could-have-beens
I am always here
Always sacrificing
Even taking just to give
Who am I
Am I
Crystal and flourescent
Like the discarded choices
Of a man
Was
Purple Streams Remember that day last JunePurple Streams by ~TargetWeightZero
When we followed the purple stream?
Like the black butterflies that got lost in the sky
We dismissed it as merely a dream.
And who was to prove it credible?
The stream led to a golden pond.
But by breathing the breath that whispered Dream's death
We broke quickly from nature's bond.
Remember that day last June
When the world was all that we wanted?
We had lost the land's trust when we had to grow up
And destroyed the dream stream we once Haunted.
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
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"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring."-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters