no news is good news
Lazythe end.
A Night AloneThe night had almost wrapped its fingers tight, Too tight, around my tired head. The air Inside my lungs was cold, and old, and now And then I told myself that soon The clock would snap itself in two and then I would have all the time I needed.A Night Alone
Too well I knew that I was doomed - the bed, The room, the cloudy brew were all conspired But I was feeling far too tired to do A thing about it. Here I was again,
Here I was but when the thing I dreaded most -
The clock recanting heavily its boast To bring the day in, bring it in for good
Cigarette FingersCigarette fingers smell warm Like a party no one came to. They smell old, and green and brown Mixed with rusty coffee in January - Who's to say this year won't be better? Not me.Cigarette Fingers
A bad habit and a prayer smoldering on the table, Smoke like a telegram to heaven, Like a Hail Mary, like an old jazz tune Floating out the window of my brain:"to think of what we've been, and not to kiss again..." "full of grace, the lord is with thee..."Prayers in the night, and cigarette smoke It's too cold for all this.
Sonnet 2Would that I could pull starlight from the sky And teach it something of our mortal love; Awake, from the eternal sleep, the eyes That see only eternally above. The ink that dyes the moments of our lives Is subtly fading. Who are we to call Its colors back? If beauty is deprived, By time, of charm, its joy remains through all. My love's sweet breath is clothed in robes of time, Though it will quickly end, it still breathes on, And, looking back on other loves of mine, I love them even more because they're gone. As breath that never ends is not a breaSonnet 2
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ReanimatorIn the land where C. D. Ward roams Hellish songs from demonic tongues can't keep spring from letting inReanimator
Holster those claws and draw your combs Unbutton that hide and smile Tilt your head for the sun in Kled!
We're walking down the sandy pavements Not thinking 'bout old fights n' repayments Breeze of warmth that isn't getting colder N' when Brown Jenkins gets tired let him ride on your shoulders
Look! Even Dagon got his summerscale on Strolling along humming a song hand-in-hand with the morphineman
Don't let Chtulu fool you
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-Ethan
trust.alcoholism
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
im back on deviant art again
i think.
yea. lol
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-Ethan
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
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"I feel alright!" - Iggy Pop
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
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"I feel alright!" - Iggy Pop
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\"I saw it happen. Ten pounds lost in ten minutes standing with the syringe in one hand holding his pants up with the other, his abdicated flesh burning in a cold yellow halo, there in the New York hotel room.\"- burroughs
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