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Adrenochrome! Thank the Dumpster Gods!
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Stumbled upon a Ouija Board in one of the dumpsters downtown. I had to take a mad shit and even the gas-stations these days won’t let me in unless I buy something- due to my nasty-bad reputation I guess. Figured since I was there I might as well do a bit of digging. I fancy it must’ve summoned me, wrapped there in tattered cloth and tied with ropey twine packed also with a plastic bag full of deep crimson blood, still cool to the touch from someone's refrigerator. Happy, I slap the bag, twist off the cap and suck it down in a fetish of tongue-flicks. Definitely needed this, been getting way to weak for these here streets of nocturne.
That final phrase, streets of
That final phrase, streets of nocturne, is BEAUTIFUL (and I DO mean, **BEAUTIFUL**), and suggests a mythical, and maybe even epic, place just ripening in anticipation of some poems about it.
Starward
Hearing this compliment from
Hearing this compliment from you produced such an effect on me that I immediately was inspired to write the poem 'what's the moon do?' a tad veering, but I hope it lives up to that anticipation you mentioned. And again, I can't put into words how sweet it feels to see you here, my friend.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Raw, unfiltered and dark,
Raw, unfiltered and dark, creating a compelling narrative that resonates with the realities of survival and the human condition.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Suave and succinct, a comment
Suave and succinct, a comment that feels like those appraisals of review one finds on book covers.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not