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He would spin his yarns with zeal enthralling himself completely,
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The gaggling gathering of ghastly ghouls Death and decay, they dribble and drool
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Once together, spell has held them captive:
fingers explore, touch and stroke follow;
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The green slime slithered, oozing over the walls,
eating the wallpaper and paint like poison.
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With an awed reverence I walk out onto this great land
The wild beauty envelopes me within its lush green arms
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feeling misplaced my head a pudgy, fudge-filled, sludge
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Men fell to calamity when Adam failed to ask a question His question should have been: “Eve, why talk to this silly animal?”
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Spinning in centrifugal chaos,
the walls burning flesh from my fingers
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she emerged from a dark walkway
gliding on violin strings
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What would you feel if you saw that life you loved decay before your eyes
Only to see that dome of their skull be your only trophy to reme
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In a quaint little town where it never rained,
and there were only wilting crops, and dirt for a street.
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The day started badly. I was in an extreme melancholy mood. Sally had called to say she was moving back to Dallas to be with her mother. She didn’t know if she’d be returning anytime soon. I had bought her a spray of lilac wi
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never liked hospitals much their elevator Muzak serenade charade
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I was listening to the piper at the gates of dawn,
he was preaching from a podium.
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My professor called me; asking if I’d be so kind as to take him up to the logging camp at a place called “Bedrock Wells”. Seems there’d been a discovery of several caves in that vicinity. Within the caves were discovered a se
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One will stride through creation, personal focus floating.
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When all this talk of unrequited love
comes bite you in your anorexic behind
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Just out of reach
the wind blowing smoke
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Wretched was the treachery, she brought on that day
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For years they've prattled on that I'm demented
And toxic words as these are slow to wane.
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The lightning arcs in vast electric bloom
where disco sunshine lights the cannons' fire...
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Peer pressure brings verisimilitude to life's survivors,
makes individuality a paragon of fools...
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The Haunting of My Shower Room
shall grip your heart with fear!
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Fool's ataxia, logic's berm, is epistemic anaphylaxis,
helpless cataplexy in the umbrage of the zodiac.
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Part one: Release of Insanity
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Sparkling accents flicker in deep green eyes a blush rushes to silky soft cheeks.
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what dreams will
fall barren in the
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Your favortism for your former love,
has left me furious.
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They tried to break down the little brown boy, blind to brilliance they all acted the brat.
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Mausoleum or museum?
It was beautiful yet frightening.
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