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Screaming thoughts etch themselves so deep, they carve granite. Each a fitting reminder of loss, death. Setting ablaze an effigy to the past. Emotions once kept neatly in jars start to bubble and brim. The cold shelves built for them can no longer carry their weight. The showcase fails and collapses. Those emotions, once dormant, break their containment and drown our observer. Stripping away his skin, exposing a nerve. He bleeds on an empty canvass each drop seeping through the fabric. These stains are permanent. The observer looks back at his work. Though instantaneous, it is as vague to him as a cave painting in firelight. His task is not to remember, but to continue.

I - Sonorous and amorous.

Every time one of my livers beats to the sound of wailing whalers

My lungs shrivel, as if cabers or cavers or transcendental mailers

were causing me great intermarital distress.

I beat my breast with the force of an imploding supernova

Upon the discovery of my inner ear's infidelity

And my fabulously nebulous neighbour - the crab nebula

Squealed with delight.

"Oh Pussy, oh Pussy, what a wonderful pussy you are!"

He exclaimed whilst examining my gelatinous genitalia.

II - Finality in tonality

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A marmoset wiffles.

III - Deus Ex Utero

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Fin

I hover semi-nimbus over your undulating hydrophilic landscape

I hear you furtively close a window and I feel myself begin to condense

small droplets gel inside me as I feel my body begin to swell

I feel myself becoming disembodied as I fall ever closer to you

I spasmodically collide with you in discretized particulations

the agony fades as I feel myself expand in your muddy substrate

your footsteps in the wet mud drag our silent encounter inside

where I dry away by the fire, leaving only caked mud

as a fond memory of our vaporous amor

until the ocean summons me once more

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Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.

I've got a bug inside my eye. It says to start a fire. I try my best to ask it why, as I build the pyre.
It says my burning will release a thousand tiny spores, which will infest with perfect ease a thousand human cores. They'll all start fires, and they'll all burn. And from the ashes, a billion worms will make a billion people cry - "I've got a bug inside my eye!"

MOTHER offers us HER flesh and fluids and we must willingly imbibe them.

This viscera is known to us, a meager offering at best.

Not enough. Never enough. SHE offers and we accept, but as if in a trance, we consume and are never filled.

Not enough.

Never

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It was written that your blood would paint my canvas skin.

The mouth of the girl who had lain long in the rushes
looked so nibbled.
When they opened her chest, her esophagus was so holey.
Finally in a bower under the diaphragm
they found a nest of young rats.
One little thing lay dead.
The others were living off kidneys and liver
drinking the cold blood and had
had themselves a beautiful youth.
And just as beautiful and quick was their death:
the lot of them were thrown into the water.
Ah, will you hearken at the little muzzles’ oinks!

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I've got a bug inside my eye. It says to start a fire. I try my best to ask it why, as I build the pyre.
It says my burning will release a thousand tiny spores, which will infest with perfect ease a thousand human cores. They'll all start fires, and they'll all burn. And from the ashes, a billion worms will make a billion people cry - "I've got a bug inside my eye!"