| bird-brain. |


19. smoke.dance,19. smoke.
paramour.
wind your burn-tongue around my knuckles and kiss my eyelids till i weep,
till the whites under my lashes blister red and close you out down to the bottom of my lungs and up through the tree tops.
writhe,
pantomime.
curl words into the graying night and show me the signs in the stars through the shapes of your curves.
kill me slowly.
the fires are out but im curling in on myself, fingers to ribs, nails to skin breathing deep and remembering your face against the flames,
watching the shadows wisp in the shape of your smile,
dreaming through sque


17. voodoo.the shadows move,17. voodoo.
pins and needles are the pains in our hands and feet and our hearts burst,
beaten down by bitterness and black souls,
withered smiles and old skin wrinkled as windblown deserts,
dry as sand and harlequin cackles in the dark.
we move,
marionettes,
wills gone and moving still,
tendons snapping under the force of a thousand miles gone,
black-bird eyes,
spies and curses across the universe.
blood of the lamb,
spine of the enemy and we are broken under the black magic of ancient heretics.


15. fear.the ridges of your knuckles go hard and your jaw turns to glass,15. fear.
quivering like coffee shop windows in earthquake aftershock.
you're shivering,
ten points on the richter scale. any moment you think your flesh will shatter,
splinter off the foundation of your bones and skitter across the floor.
you can only hope the beads of shimmer in the dark will go unnoticed,
that he will slip and crash and crack,
blister open his skull so you can run,
run and run until your legs go useless and the only danger is lack of your will to stand right again.
your heart


3.42.We're walking down the street together. At midnight under the yellow, moth-smothered light of the street lamps, downtown looks like some sort of freaky, Saturday night horror showing at the broken down theater on east fifteenth -3.42.
You know the ones. They dredge up some nineteen eighty-nine slop-fest of a thriller flick, all wavy angles and grainy photography and the hero, well, the hero is walking down the street six beers down the hole expecting some kind of super-science paranoia phenomenon to jump out from behind the dumpsters at the ends of the alleyways on every street corner, and when they don't he puffs himself up and says


............dear miss psychosis,............
why are you leaving me?
when all the world lies crumbling beneath the strangling of our thumping hearts. when there are so few of us left in the dark, when all of our lights but hope of finding you trembling in the shadows have gone,
why would you leave me?
i dont want to live without your misery.


2. torture.she has always loved the piano. since she was old enough to grasp the dexterity necessary to move her fingers, to touch the smooth, silk-skin ivory of her grandmothers antique grand, she has loved the piano.2. torture.
it has been her lovers, her friends, her mentor. the echos of d-minor have shaped the universes of her dreams and she has always thought that if she were going to die, she would die playing, with the crescendos of the fourth movement singing through the lifeless vessels of her fingertips.
she has always thought that if she were going to die, she would want to die playing, that there would be nothing more peaceful than that -
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It's appreciated. ^^
Wait, ew, does that mean we're like her fanclub or something?
That's just weird, so I'll say I'm meeting people through her.
Shit,
fuck (overlapping with but different from "sex"),
ass,
cunt (damn, already listed),
damn,
pussy,
dick (taken also),
fag,
nigger,
ofay ("nigger" for whites, out of use now),
spic,
kike,
dike,
Mike,
's Hard Lemonade,
sex-politics,
communists,
atheists,
cysts,
big hits,
bitches (probably listed already too),
paradoxes,
foxes,
frost,
theft,
revolution,
fuck,
ass,
Tourette's,
the Irish,
discovering one's origins,
I ran out of steam/patience.
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