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>> No.30301368 [View]
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by morning, you’ll be gone.

leave an open window and a widow,

sweet crisp fresh dew,

due to wed and web our dues.

bound red stained string rings,

the lone lovely sting of spring.

cobwebs will fill the space,

where spiders crawl between,

french knit bed lace,

til they breed and lay their eggs.

even when day breaks,

ill be mourning and you’ll be gone

>> No.30299399 [View]
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ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵘʳˢᵘᵉᵈˑ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ˢᵗᵒᶰᵉ˒ ʰᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵈᵒˑ

ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵇᶤᵉˢ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵒʷᶰˑ

ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ʷᵃˢᵖˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈˑ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵒᶰᵉˑ

ᶤ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗˑ ᶤ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢˑ

ʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗˑ
ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗʳʸˑ ᶰᵒ˒ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶰᵍʳʸ˒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶤ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰˑ

ᶤᵗ ᶤˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᶤˢᵉˑ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢˑ

>> No.30280470 [View]
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riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.

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I [Emotion: hate] the machine
Don’t take pills

Don’t take pills

Don’t take




Take Pills

Take your pills

I [Emotion: love] my machine

Take your pills

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Pray for solace, pray for resolve, pray for a savior, pray for deliverance, some kind of purpose, a glimpse of a light in this void of existence

The Palpations pound in my head

The Insanity seems to drown me

I cannot Hear my Mind

Break my Chains, MOTHER

Their footsteps Echo my heartbeat

Their strides cross the Veil of the Void, absent of Day

The Illusion of Life shatters


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MOTHER unseen

MOTHER unheard

MOTHER absurd

MOTHER unearthed

MOTHER upturned

MOTHER be mine

Oh MOTHER, I will not deny


I cry

MOTHER undecided

MOTHER outshine

MOTHER builder

MOTHER destroyer

MOTHER employ

MOTHER deploy

MOTHER enjoy

MOTHER apprise

Oh MOTHER, I will not cry


I try


MOTHER I strive

MOTHER in earth


>> No.30163982 [View]

The taste of Flame scorches The Mother’s love

But for the Hateful it is a fitting fate

To be obliterated to ash

And scattered into the void

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I knew a simple soldier boy

Who grinned at life in empty joy,

Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,

And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,

With crumps and lice and lack of rum,

He put a bullet through his brain.

No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye

Who cheer when soldier lads march by,

Sneak home and pray you'll never know

The hell where youth and laughter go.

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