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Zombies Love BrainsZOMBIES LOVE BRAINSZombies Love Brains
I went to a funeral with a slide show of a boy growing older, bigger, taller but sicker— first a boy standing, running, smiling and splashing in kiddy pools on two legs, years later, a young man filling out a wheel chair. They told me he was blind before he died but still Buddhist (Sokka Gakkai) chanting till his death, despite the persistence of unwanted, visiting priests.
The diabetics I’ve known tell me the limbs, the extremities, go first— poor circulation, blood vessels
ruined, muscles tingling with
by ~aerocrystal
Aspirations V2ASPIRATIONS [Version 2]Aspirations V2
So you’ve wreathed yourself in black roses to make it harder to see the bruises on your ego.
Does it feel good to rub a cold metal barrel, flip a safety, cause an explosion with your hand?
Power is so easy when it’s stripped of patience, And culling the masses is so necessary when they
don’t love you. So scare me, please, with violent words you’ve just gleaned from pages. Look at me
with the glare you learned when another child got more candy. Please, I want to learn to tatter
my logic, to to
by ~aerocrystal
PURRINGPURRINGPURRING
“The heart wants what the heart wants, even that which is worst for it”
While I thought this was important someone else said it was bad romantic comedy.
This is something to ponder while listening to the scan of frozen dinners and chips of grapes and Pop-Tarts and gazing at celebrity rumors, wondering if my face is hers and his face is guilty, and how archaeologists now want to know how the common man thought. But aren’t all writers
(even the smut artists and the gossips) like one man s
by ~aerocrystal
NighttimeNIGHTTIMENighttime
The way moonlight catches the sides of the eyes, the distant ring of wind chimes, with no breeze but the chill up the spine,
the hives bubbling over the skin, sinking into the inside of the skull through immobile joints, corrosive
inside amniotic sacks…
You look flushed— —You look pale
Fire ants can flourish through winter because the tunnels are inside the human body —You can’t change who you are. —Not like that. Only knights, not peasants, get a code of chival
by ~aerocrystal
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