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electrocaridiogram

Member since 2001 · Posted 23 Sep 2003 · 5 comments

hopping through heartbeats my cold crippled lungs sing a song through the liquid that beckons them inward. she stands on my table entranced and unable to glance at my face, will i step up and hold her? Friendship is free but that sex shit is deadly, her heart finds my lungs and surrounds them with mucus, she kisses my eyes and removes all the color, in pallor i pant and retract from her pushes. for hours i scoured her face for a trace of displaced apathy or a space where it might be. but closing my eyes is forever the best cuz that sex shit is deadly, its bumps bend and break me.

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[8] horus8 23-Sep-03/10:36 PM Reply

I love your poetry, but I was a tad bit shocked to discover that you are a carpet muncher, and here I've been secretely hung up on you, and now me and my mother are just laughing at me, because see you are gay, and I am addicted to under ripe mangos with oedipus complexes so I guess we are even some how in SPACE! ehrr or some where lacking...

[n/a] skaskowski › horus8 23-Sep-03/10:44 PM Reply

i must come off as a woman, but i'm totally a dude. seriously.

[8] horus8 › skaskowski 24-Sep-03/11:48 AM Reply

Then...Why are you wearing a bra?

[n/a] skaskowski › horus8 24-Sep-03/3:53 PM Reply

good question... wait, that's a giant nipple leach!

[n/a] Bachus › skaskowski 24-Sep-03/4:47 PM Reply

Ahhh, I see, yes, that is quite a big leech.

I think on Faces of death part three, this girl gets killed by a giant radioactive leech somewhere in Lousiana?