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Canaries of CoalUndertaker

Your Scratch & Snatch Pursuit ~
The Skin-of-the-Teeth
you collect
be the Root of Victim's victim

an unwise slice of dice

a roll of buried bread

a Life

that resembles
unleavened
Progress and Product

lies in salted doughy knots
and here, you think you can rise them.

Kneading the Needy ~
Those who would sign over deeds
and these same widows wander
into processions not their own

Acid activations
upon bare bones, be a solvent
to cracked open flesh th

Crown of Golden BrownIt was a cupped and caked coincidence
how she could captivate a heated room with her overflow;
her crisp lips' brimming capacity.
The last words to cross them,
a batter of over-whipped thoughts
that would tastelessly toughen if ever exposed to air -

but she'd spill ill measurements anyway
into silver hollows
sprayed with protection and flavor.

A greased burn,
floating in flute juice,
was the crumb in pink underpants.

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Discovered By the WiindowI am happy and well.
I am also in pain, burning to death by flames of passion
covered in filth and absorbing destruction the right way for a change.
I have become immortal through becoming undone.
I have found some things I have been looking for since I can remember.
I lack nothing but words for the magic that's happened in the last few days.
I am sick with love and discovery.
I am bleeding in the name of preservation -
proudly dropping to my knees to be free.
I am seeing my reflection beyond broken glass and rain water
I am a genderless brother of a genderless sister.
I found myself by looking forward & up
and in no other direc

Cyclic SystemicsTrembling in an obedient position
I gave up but not for long
not under contract
not like you think
it was a walk-on part
the audition was a hit.

Angels and guest stars came calling
and I had offerings always
so they wouldn't leave me until
I was fixed
I was distracted enough
I was righted
and then wronged.

Advised and super-sized
the platonic guise of male friends
worked like a brotherhood
to my salvaged self
the only child
that needed to be carried
back home occasionally.

I cry myself to sleep now
because I am tired
I am saved
I am free
in footed pajamas with a full tummy
hard-won and hearty
all safe and sound.

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*AlecBell Mar 10, 2011

The boots and socks are enough to terrify any demon!

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*TheMadMulatto Mar 11, 2011

Oh so you know the ways of the Warlock.

Yes. These stocking are the official first step.

A test of severity, if you will.

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*AlecBell Mar 12, 2011

I'll start saving up (or down) for a pair.

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*TheMadMulatto Mar 12, 2011

You have my "support"

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*AlecBell Mar 12, 2011

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!Phosphoratus Dec 15, 2010

the long socks, the long socks!!!!!!!! Bwahahahahhaha

I can't stop laughing!

and...
shoo! shoo! YA ain't havin' my demons

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*TheMadMulatto Dec 15, 2010

HAHAHA!!!

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*keyanadrake Dec 12, 2010 Professional Writer

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*keyanadrake Dec 12, 2010 Professional Writer

Gods I love that emote, it's gorgeous. :3

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