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old ah bucky sketches :P

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Michael? Where’s your mask?

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Happy bday Jason!

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He stab u @ u@

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bros my husband fr

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more bc he’s my bbg

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tbh i hope more horror movies come out (specifically slasher films) with new slashers bc im always open to building my 'thats-kinda-weird-to-be-attracted-to' collection.

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pookie <3

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🖤.

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My Condolences

I went to a womans funeral

Her husband gave the Eulogy

She was beautiful and a good mother

The pastor said she was helpful and kind

When her husband gave the eulogy

He said she never complained once

The pastor said she was helpful and kind

I know nothing of her personality except that

He said she never complained once

She devoted herself to everyone else

And I know nothing of her personality

I wonder if she was funny

She devoted herself to everyone else

She put everyone first

I wonder if she knew how to laugh

If she could after swallowing so many teeth

She put everyone first

I told her I understood why her heart attacked her

After swallowing all those teeth

I know she was more than beautiful and a good mother

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Last Night

I had the strangest dream that

I was in a subway hall taking a payphone call from

a cat collector who said he knew my father

And I could’ve sworn on my dead dogs grave

That you passed me on the red line

with all your flesh still on

while we argued

Over who’s number was easier to dial

By the time my train arrived it was dark and I was

Six waiting for my mother to pick me up from

The butchers shop where rows of bloodless flesh hung on hooks

And the heads of the stock stacked in the corner sang sweet nothings

For the customers— Competing for the title of Finest Flesh for Consumption

Eat me, eat me, aren’t I delicious? Come and eat me, eat me,

chew my flesh and drink my blood

And know that this is the Finest Flesh for Consumption

The Pig’s whisper lips slithered under my memory disks

Driving a knife into my palm into my flesh into the legs of the butcher

And as he hit the ground the train whistle harmonized with the feathered foul and

My mother didn't call me sweetheart anymore

She gets off on the second stop like always

But I am still six and tears still sting my eyes as the doors melt together

I wave goodbye through the passing windows but

She does not wave back this time

My skin is ripped from my body and my skeleton grows old for me

and I let my eyes roll down the aisles of interesting faces

of people and places I’ve known before

of David

and Michael

and Azzi

and Rome

and chicago

and bacon

and fried eggs in a pan

and

the floor comes to a halt but my body doesn’t know this

and my face falls through the floor teeth first

Branches smack and slit my skin apart on the

Long way down town where we danced and drank and sang

In the hollow lights of moons in galaxies

we discovered when we were young

When you had skin and I had spine

And the meat slicer grinding and winding me to pulp

Hadn’t taken my pit to Tartarus

This is not my stop but here I am

The ragtime quartet of creatures honk horns of horror

Their Flesh is the Finest in the Galaxy!

And Just one bite, One Bite

Will Take You To Your Destiny

I pray it might take me to be inside of my mother

so when I wake I may make her proud this time

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Andrea Chiampo

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this panel goes hard ngl

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about a girl

A description, officer?

Well there wasn’t much to be seen

A lock of red and a musky odor, with yellowed eyes that gripped my soul

A placid form, a modest form, but one with a claim to pleasure

An account of that night?

It all took place here, officer

She was beautiful The love the lights and lilies

I don't know if I did something wrong or if I came undone

But gone was her skin and her head became a dozen dazzling doopples

Her mouths opened wide and i shut my eyes

And then vanish in the fogs of hypnoLondon.

Now you must understand, officer

She was as real and you and I and twice as fleshy

With teeth and claws and all night jaws

But she was a monster in dressed in Helens beauty

She Plucked my eyes and placed them on my tongue to teach me that

All are in their proper place in these optical whispering-galleries

You see it Officer!

My legs are gone!

All my ribs are cracked and fingers split by the bone!

She took my Heart! She took my soul and sucked it down to the devils den

And I'm not so sure I’ll make it Officer

The black bloodied son is reaching out for the spangled tortured soul and sending

The swan-winged horses of the skies with summer’s music in their manes

Whats American about american poetry–