Thoughts of Stomach AcidCome lay with me Sit. Have a beer In the heat And smile At meThoughts of Stomach Acid
Please.
If I swallowed you whole Would you mind? Keep you in my stomach for safekeeping.
I need you inside of me My soul, my mouth, my mind, my light…
And the thunder of your beauty is mine.
Come lay with me. Sit. Drink a beer with me. And stay.
Why not stay forever?
Come here! Let me have that hand of yours in mine
Let me take you in my arms and clasp the fear and throw it Out Crush it. &nb
Judge-if you willMe, the revived Reveller Vanquished and smilingJudge-if you will
I see the night Upon this day And stare intent at the stars and the sun
My mouth, dry A desert of contemplation Sands of…
Time is it?
Cliché.
Break
Tear
A desert of saguaro And rhythm!
Don’t go Don’t leave
Only live
Only look Stop to breathe
I am the night Upon this day Now glisten in the light of my sun and our stars
It is time So speak…
I love this rain &nb
thanks to my villiansDearest sorrow, hate, and fear and a message to all that have harmed me: I wanted to say Thank you.thanks to my villians
Thank you?
I appreciate your disgust in me
I have learned and cultivated
The maiming you’ve done has relieved me of the lies
Thanks for making me so much stronger Without you, I would have learned nothing And all your efforts to disclaim my valor have failed
Made me keener,
without death, how is one to truly know life? Made me all the wiser, And thinking and hopeful…
So thanks
How do you feel about death“So I don’t mind dyin’, ya know.” She dabbed her cigarette loosely on the edge of the ashtray with one finger. She held it like a gentle prize. Like a child, dangling a familiar teddy bear by its foot. She smiled, regarding me as if I were a ghost. She had a look of empathetic pondering. “I wouldn’t mind at all, dyin’.” I could not muster anything more than thought. I kept the short silence with a stare into her eyes. She broke the gaze, looking down at the smoke emanating from her cigarette. “I would just much rather die tomorrow than today,” she said.How do you feel about death
Origami Elephantsmemories unfolding like origami elephants that never forget the way it feels to burnOrigami Elephants
my paper cut heart is crumpled like love letter drafts filed in circular cabinets
why do I bother writing when all I pen are movie scripts romantic comedies that will never see the silver screen
the aspiring author's curse gasping for words to glue myself together and cure lead poisoned love
Ode to Anne Frank
Oh well! Cheerio!!
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i feel pleased that u like my art
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The world is a roller coaster
and I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
but my hands are busy in the air
:: Chi Chi Mafia HQ ::
Dave.
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D-N-R
Do all border towns look the same?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
It's nice to hear someone from PHX as well.
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thanks for the favorite!
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i feel so all in secret life
glad you like my "hair-styles"
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"El hombre se hace viejo muy pronto y sabio muy tarde, justamente cuando ya no hay tiempo"