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Mercury would sing

Forensic evidence on a big salt water ship Dark is beneath us give me compliments so I can tell my mother something  money disguised as money is still money love disguised as anything else is everything but the former so adorn your crest and tangibles with a sulking presence  If Eye was any place else Mercury would sing we resemble a time where no one understands 

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Eye looked at her like a dinosaur  Extinct from every bit of my past

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Steve'd Mondo  excerpt # 1 

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OfallofiT

Eye couldn’t be more excited

You shouldn’t be so delusional

  Eye smell death on your fingertips…………does this mean you love me? Laugher is piercing through a cylinder canvas “HEY NOW” don’t catch a cold on a matterday we all know that      sooooooo seta saeld on the side Whippersnappers like you used to run me dry but I’m a noble loser

Holding hope to the highest regard Stand up and turn around. Im serious. Do it now! Like as in physically……….. Stop reading. Stand up and 360. Wasn’t that nice? Remember the world around you? Never forget You are the CENTER of all of it.

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Square

      My pupils are square

They think to muxh, and corner the sides

That used to be curved

The crooked smirks you let work in your favor

Cant hide how fast your heart melts

A 2 day old smoothie

Gets spilled, ruins everything

We were made to drink

Spill and think

Square pupils don’t wink

The rhythmic blink

To get away from me

Dark and drastic

Im not elestic

Never bouncing back

Were all a cuiticle

Of the models centerfold

Turn the page and staple it shut

You’re not one to look twice

And Eye never opened my eyes the first time

Square pupils

Straight lies

You’re getting better at telling them this time

Down the worm hole of a coffee bowl

Better be on your toes

Cause lava is hot and you are not one to teach about cool

My life is halfway through after I met you

Ribbon fleshed hands the day I met you

The decaying flower you already knew

Please make the right choices and wrong answers

Questions panting in the purse of a panther ( [with antlers] : new edit)

Holding hurt til it passes

There are no trains left

I guess I better be passive

A fist in a circle

A chest in a triangle

A square in the pupil

Straight

Precise

Running

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to only need it

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I’m the dog that ate your birthday cake

I’m the dog that ate your birthday cake

  The last feeling that escaped

The tortured heart and the blessed mistake

We will all win by the end of the day

You just have to wait

  Call me for a favor you’ve been waiting for

The paper’s wasted with your meaning

From the basement to the ceiling

You’re full of nothing

  A full moon just sits heavy in the sky

Slowly descending into the daylight

A common occurrence sliced by absent thought

  Treat it like a treatment you never had the cure for

Laugh and smile because that’s what we are made for

  Heaven is a Handshake away

I hope you have time for it

  Collapse and hold it in

Until blue was the shade that you once held so close

  I’m the deepest

You wallow in the shallows

  Tears made for tomorrow

But thought of today

  Life hurts when you have to feel this way

Pain

A game

The last person that was good to you

Let die in your own mind

  Forever til you want a rewind

Scratching at the surface

to find what’s behind

this hate you hold

the love you loath

the feeling of faking

that they want you to go

boundlessly evaporate

into the clouds

for the sad ones

stuck on the ground

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washed with samway

I took all my guard in the hallway the sideways bent shame  of the over lame  is never hard of hearing jip from the mountain a cascade of marmalupe washed with samway someone please stop this forever loathing voice crackling in my head 

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embrace the sad things in life

embrace the sad things in life because you live so many experiences while being expressionless  your thoughts on the situation are as blank as the situation my fingers are crippled around your waste  there are things i could tell you that would ruin your day screaming, yelling "WHY CANT YOU STOP THAT, AND THINK THIS WAY?" I can  and I could  but that leave me looking like you a contradiction to the conclusion afraid of everything

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Zonta: basic instinct to love

The only reason Zonta returns to me is because Eye

feed her

love her

and

care about her in every single way

but if I didn't feed her she would runaway and never even think about wasting the energy to move a few neck muscles to glance back and see me weeping.  unfortunately she has no basic instinct to love unless I have in my hand what ever fills her need sometimes a ball sometimes a treat but when i just have love to offer she takes off down the street

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I cant tell if I'm hungry or if my stomach has developed the ability to talk

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1951

sometimes I look at the others possibly the gods who walked this eternal expansive yet self-destructive globe and I'm relieved I have at least ten years say some of the greatest. but soon after  I look at my hands and forget I'm alive to many days I've spent as a breathing, eating, shitting carcass I forget that these extensions that I control with the conscious command circus  are my own I used to use them I don't believe they have forgotten  one could only be so lucky

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Panther with Antlers

a Panther with Antlers grace and keen with the knife a slip twist of a cap holding back the good stuff My roommates been drunk in his room with one of the two Eye could only assume who's in first tonight sometimes nothing changes and sometimes you're forced to wear turtle necks on a warm day but never mind these things  you don't seem to mind these things from where Eye thought two universes differ in a separate carbon creature I was wrong  and for the first time it felt right

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A beautiful write up on all our friend -ric -ivingston's emotionally traumatizing poetry that eye hold so close to my heart..... ghostfriendsforever:

Welcome to our first Creative Wednesday where we will be sharing creative pieces such as poetry, illustration, and photography. Today’s work is by Eric Livingston, the former drummer of the now defunct Teen Suicide. While Eric didn’t write lyrics for the band, fans of Teen Suicide will certainly appreciate his poetry. Eric’s writing has influenced many, especially other musicians around him, including R.L. Kelly and Infinity Crush. We asked Rachel and Caroline to share some of their favorite pieces with us…

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Eric Livingston

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Subway 5 dollar footlong runaway

Drop in a glass of water and watch it dissolve ........ My Subway came free due to Raj incompetence to work the new credit card scanner. My gift card still has the total amount of ten dollars. Maybe EYE have two more six inches waiting for me.

Raj said:

"Next time, ill charge you double" like hell you will. you'll never see this face again! Raj reluctantly waved the sandwich away to propose a gesture of defeat. Then I proceeded to fill my water cup with lemon blood and candy crank and found a seat next to the widow that suited as a sauna. Dripping with sweet, or tears.  im not sure I cant really tell the emotions of a window, but i can see the reflection of humans who understand how this feels

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Corresponding thoughts

My self esteem has never been higher and lower at the same time I never really thought much of myself And I'm afraid you don't either  This scares me As it should you I feel like a depleting mass growing from nothing and retreating back into itself from everything 

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Keep Smiling - Happy Harry

Eye Just now realized that my grandfathers motto has become the paradox of my life. I strive for it by doing the opposite. I'm not sure if it makes sense, or if it's ever working. 

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we all got one

A lot of nothing floating in the air So many people I have yet to meet  Sit heavy on my heart