

bloodlettingOnly traces of her remain, odor of sage in thisbloodletting
ancient bower. shafts of light passing through a canopy of foliage
and visions, engrossing hearts with it's pale embrace. nothing is moved by love alone. distance-
a blanket of heavy silence. I rage and wound the stillness, dance in savage passion, flailing striking my naked body to the earth. groveling beast, primordial release, bloodletting words page after page- for her return.
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to the strangest life Ive ever known
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to the strangest life Ive ever known
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There is some shit I wont eat- unless they pay me to eat it on TV in prime time.-Walt Disney. how do you like that fucking mouse now?
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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There is some shit I wont eat- unless they pay me to eat it on TV in prime time.-Walt Disney. how do you like that fucking mouse now?
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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