hold your applause

 

i don’t want anything

not even what i have

peculiar and problematic

remembrances of past

stuck laughing at nothing

cackling like a maniac

might should end this dry fast

before i force my last

sad cigarette whisper

 

breath 

broadcast my death..

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My dance is fancier a result of delirium, no need to cheer me on. I don't hear anything anyways, nor am graced with the ability to see beyond the rubble of this crumbled castle. It's totally okay, however, if you're having fun on your own behalf. We can cause great disasters on our oppressors assholes all of them if we put our minds together and forever throttle the tincture downwards into the power Word suit for a fine throaty vocation.

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This explosion of creativity

This explosion of creativity rocked me, challenged me, stunned me. Edgy, frenetic and tragic . . . and the way you spilled your thoughts: absolutely brilliant. Simply must applaud!