

black mamboa black mambo slithers through the grass to the cracks in the giants sock and coils in the spot where two threads meet they could snap or be a haven deathly form in hems of heaven held togethers by the hands of craftsmenblack mambo
and ingenuity of inventors past slither through socks plant feet in grass


christopherNo dainty word lives to entail the beauty of your every hail. The butterflys you give to, life, the anguish in this bitter strife; this separation.christopher
I wish to tell you everything. to free this heart and hear it sing. A withering computer screen, a broken city in a dream. Forever away, it may seem. We'll meet again, we'll meet again.


My UncleMy uncle, whose eyes are television tragedies. Whose hair is spaghetti in the belly of the beast, the twigs twisting through tangles in a pigeon’s nest. Whose legs are left over Chinese take-out. Whose fingertips are taste buds on the nutcracker’s tongue. Whose omnipotent tongue rots behind bars of a mousetrap in denial. The ears of a vacuum, Withering flower, My uncle.My Uncle


Rotten RabbitsTorture a confession out of it A piñata on the Eiffel tower bleeding presents from the pigeon. One concrete kingdom for a tomb to call your own, all alone. Hold your breath and the balloon will surely find you. Hurry, hurry.Rotten Rabbits
Torture a confession out of it A caterpillar in heat from sunny, summer rays. Best be quiet while you nibble, little friend. A caterpillar in a hobbit hole eats ocean shells and loves it. A coin is lonely in the streets. They never liked him anyway.
Torture a confession out of it Gravity spatula’s to bl
i havent been on here in forever
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my heart has been won!
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"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams."-Willy Wonka
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