

This Imageignore that desk, it is old and its body has long decayed.This Image
perhaps,
i think,
it might have held power- power over me, at one point. but that time has long passed.
the cool harsh surface has softened, and the rigid edges have rounded.
and this flesh and blood it must never come to know. the wretched soul of that desk, hm, it is a shadow of what it once was.
and it whines and moans softly now, begging for its final sleep. but we shall grant it nothing and watch it antiquated, so it may give us &nb


Barrow DownsYou raise her gaze to the ground and she stretches out on the bed. Give her another sip of the dead.Barrow Downs
ask her,
When was the last time she changed her skin?
Across the barren moor she will ride again, to face you, fearless man, on the morning dew.
what would you like to be?
Prodigal son with bastard blood, Cloak your fear with indecency.
To press her body against the guillotine And tear her nails across your chest.
&nb


CursesMay it come to pass, the end of all time and space alike. May the earth shake and its castles begin to crumble.Curses
So it be with each and every sunrise, So it be with each and every sunset.
The blood of my enemies will flood the earth and seep down into the underground kingdom.
May the false confessors of this world find themselves undone. May the deceitful prophets be chained and bound to their lies.
So it be with each and every sunrise, So it be with each and every sunset.
Lift the laurel branch above the crys


The Blood is the LifeIt was in the land of the river valley, Where one god did reign supreme, And if there is one, one, one that I have, Oh it is the one, king and god in one, In the house of the truth and the order, Truth is eternal, when one lives forever, One with the regal blood, The blood is the life.The Blood is the Life
Blood lasts forever, blood lives on, You will be the last scion of my blood and your blood is my life. Blood is unchanging and Absolut.
The blood king is one and supreme, In my great house at court with the king The house is the blood line, And there is no on


Gay PoemGay PoemGay Poem
this poem is gay (all poems written about poems are this way) syntax sleeps next to form in a king-sized bed only a few
words passing between them
the slate slips from the sides of their house collapsing heavy on the vines
ensuring theyll become entangled this poem is happy
because it is gay
the color lavender no gray nothing mournful not today
stanza sits at a table waiting for meaning to glance o
| I ate your cake. |
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{O,o}
/)__)
-"-"- Owl.
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
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Hide the Children
In the Oven
im a FUCKING unicorn.
haha i love it
fabulous fabulous.
kiss kiss.
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Can I borrow your face, Just to unload my mind.
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I am a FUCKING Unicorn!
jayde i was just thinking.
put that video of me chasing the sheep on facebook.
hahahahahaha
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Can I borrow your face, Just to unload my mind.
jaydeling!
whats good.
tell me.
haha surveys.
your all washed up.
darkchocolate i find divine*.
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Can I borrow your face, Just to unload my mind.
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"Victims, aren't we all ?"
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*polska
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