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And thus I clothe my naked villany
With odd old ends stol’n forth of Holy Writ,
And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
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poisonous n addictive.
inhale me.
you think: beauty
no, this is not beauty,
maybe not, maybe,
what remains of beauty,
maybe not, maybe,
what is visible,
certainly, uncertain.
your arms would not be able to stretch as far as necessary
to form an adequate gesture for beauty
[you know that, don’t you?]
so, beauty remains in the impossibilities of the body.
/she is bad she is bored she is bony she is she/
a lock on the door scraping demon trapped resides
starving for freedom all my strength to keep inside
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tear it down a process to describe
whatever truth means nothing
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Journal
The Ikuzou files.
just about everything that comes to mind and moves around inside of this crazy lil head of mine.
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"I write sins not tragedies"
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