From a dream........................................
Douglas stretches foreskins over open skulls, beating them with glee while a chorus line of wailing girls have their spines fused together in the clank of chains and twisted forks.
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A dullard pain masks all enjoyment.
Seriously need to press (ESC) from a day that's dragging like a piano laden with slaughtered donkeys.
Meds. Meds (a hollow cry from the wings, or with wings)
I need medication.
A shroud twitches, dust scatters, shimmering water above pavements caressing my fingers in broken morse . Smoke signals arabesque from my nostrils. Must catch the sapphire wave for synaptic rescue
But this flicked through the headphones and made me
Cry (with laughter)
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Music ( -- Daddy’s Gone ---)
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You can have some of mine if you like. Know the feeling.
Sometimes too close to slavery we drift
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