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bitter elegies...“bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence”bitter elegies...
pretending there’s glamour and candelabra when you’re drinking by candlelight.
- The Postal Service, “This Place is a Prison”
Folded in. Skin on skin on skin on heat leather, curling and unfurling like flags in city skylines over seas and oceans away, brushing. That same skin, white in the green light of the dashboard and cast into shadow relief by the dark overhang of palm, banyan, and Australian pine.
Strewn liquor bottles and cans in the front seats, Bacardi and Smirnoff and Stoli stolen from the wine cabinets of rich parents o
by ~variable-x
character death."character death"character death.
distance. la distancia. permutations of the syllable the sound the word. this isn't anything to cause alarm but you're ruining my life with whisper words and glances old footage and near misses and maybe i believe in my chances for the lottery and alien abduction and death by bee stings and the probability of christmas treeing a 100. they're greater than anything you could ever be.
so this is it. a farewell, a dehumanization like the nazis and the jews. let me brand you. give you a little yellow patch reading 'warning' rea
by ~variable-x
traverse.the road is long and every turnpike sign reminds her of the first time she saw it; the dead of night on the way from the pastures called home to the big city lights which were the capitol. it's daylight now and she's alone, blasting panjabi mc on the soundsystem of the camry. bhangra soul and the sinewy rhythm. it's not so much the journey that scares her, but the consequence. its better when you fill in your own blanks and there and there it can be perfect perfecttraverse.
no room for disappointment or anything like that just like you dreamed and she'd smile that taste of rita's cherry red red across the miles will it be the same?
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she's like the spawn of dali and hedwig robinson mixed with diane arbus.
-shav'
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i just realized that poem was the wrong edit, anyway.
cheers to you, however
and tell me more
regards,
mizz's
-shav'
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