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Empty Vessels Make The Loudest Sound
If I trust in the wind she will pave me a different road. I will try and start over but I think I must choose someone else. I am pulled from the pages where the letters lack the pigment of trust.
Drunkship Of Lanterns
You've got the lot to burn. A shelve of pig smotherd cries. Is there a spirit that spits. Upon the exit of signs. Is anybody there. These steps keep on growing long.
Dyslexicon
Nature red in tooth and claw. I haven't seemed to keep my powder dry. I always seem to hear it in your laughter. . The second that I fell in love. With the handle of your revolver.
Day Of The Baphomets
Sawing off the pavement. Repenting their past lives. Might I be the only pain that's left to be left behind?. Clay and pygmy footsteps. Rusted, boil it clean.
Desperate Graves
With qualms that I speak. Of the wrists I have cut. By flooding the tubs. Where the warmth held below. . The lockets believe. That the secret of love.
Cygnus...vismund Cygnus: Umbilical Syllables
The ocean floor is hidden. From your viewing lens. A depth perception. Languished in the night. All my life,I've been. Sewing the wounds. But the seeds sprout.
Cygnus...vismund Cygnus: Sarcophagi
The ocean floor is hidden. From your viewing lens. A depth perception. Languished in the night. All my life,I've been. Sewing the wounds. But the seeds sprout.
Cut That City
Neonecropopulace has no reflection. Neocaeczaristic phallic ruins. Just east of the river. Denial the techs are breathing. Welcome to this neoTokyo. Gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms.
Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus
The ocean floor is hidden. From your viewing lens. A depth perception. Languished in the night. All my life,I've been. Sewing the wounds. But the seeds sprout.
Copernicus
Close the doors. If you want to seen her breathing again. Blur the days. Sleeping is just not an option. . How come every time I walk, you crawl?. Then you cut out all the letters that make up this note.
Cotopaxi
When sanskrit was my mother tongue. Scarabs filled my pillow. Tarmac strips to pave for them. And thrones from which to teach. And in that pulse the future said.
Cicatriz Esp
Do you recall it's name. As it suggested beck and call. This face and heel. Will drag your halo through the mud. Ash of Pompeii. Erupting in a statues dust.
Concertina
In denial who will come clean. All the ravenous debris. In disguise sideswiped by penance. Cerecloth sentencing. This scapegrace will pay my barking harangue...Are you listening?.
Conjugal Burns
The horseman you have brought deserve me. Some how they've made it through the floor. The clocks you set are they reversing. Before this visit turns conjugal ever more.
Caught In The Sun
I am coming this way. Caught in this world. Caught in this world. Caught in this world. You remember differing. Who will save you?. In your odd. . Who will be the first?.
Cavalettas
A salty ring of night fatigue. When I get the sweats. From your listening. Primordial cymatics. Giving birth into reverse. Serrated mare ephemera. Undo her mother's curse.
Cassandra Geminni: Sarcophagi
The ocean floor is hidden. from your viewing lens. a depth perception. languished in the night. all my life I've been. sowing the wounds but. the seeds spread a.
Cassandra Geminni: Tarantism
a. TARANTISM. b. PLANT A NAIL IN THE NAVEL STREAM. c. FAMINEPULSE. d. MULTIPLE SPOUSE WOUNDS. e. SARCOPHAGI. . I think I've become like one of the others.
Cassandra Geminni: Faminepulse
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight. Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine. Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes. Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine.
Cassandra Geminni: Multiple Spouse Wounds
You can't bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof. The air is growing cold and there's nothing you can do. Soon there'll be no gauze, inside the confessional.
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