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Three Days Long
Three Days Long .shrt story p1Deftly and slowly, I wove my way through a sea of beautiful Versace and Chanel in the grand hall of the Civic Center downtown. I felt deeply out of place among these people. My upbringing was far below the pony set. I was here on business, in the far late hours of a Saturday night in October and thankfully, I managed to blend in somehow. My attire was not grand, but it was not shabby either. Black slacks, black dress shirt and a black woolen waist coat, (which discreetly concealed my .45 and a small armory in my back) all looked good enough to pass me off as at the very least an assistant or bodyguard.Three Days Long .shrt story p1
But I was neither of
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Three Days Long .shrt story p2An hour later, at 3:17 a.m., beneath a speckled and vapor-streaked blanket of the deepest navy blue, I paced the empty balcony restlessly. It was cold out, my breath came in short clouds from between my lips. My eyes kept getting caught in them, dispersing with the mist into the air.Three Days Long .shrt story p2
Three days long was not being nice to me. No alternate burst of energy left, just nervous exhaustion. My mind was speeding, flattening, stuttering, wrestling with an awry sense of helplessness coupled with burning rage. Just get me through this last fight and then I can sleep for a thousand years. If my thoughts would track long enough, I migh
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Three Days Long .shrt story p3How many had he left in his wake?Three Days Long .shrt story p3
This thought sedately echoed through my head beneath the kiss of the beast.
How many girls had fallen to his lure and been blown at the face of an eaten moon? Thousands? Millions? Every night seemed another would succumb to his will, to be dazzled, deceived and devoured. Then cast aside in a ditch somewhere far away from his side, the opposite of their fanatical desires. Cruel. The assistants doing the dirty work. Minions following him like vacant eyed zombies. A monster's fickle desires and impulses catered to as if he were god himself. How many would fall? How many? Ho
by *DgenRetEliteRabbit
three days long xiif skies could open upthree days long xi
and drown me in cleansing rains
i swear he'd have never been the death of me
i swear i'd have never dared wandered cross his zigzag path
and maybe i wouldn't be
sleepwalking after him
reliving rivers of curious wanton abandon
another lovesick minion
tied at the neck to his whims and desires
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lines stuck in my headgo away silly soul you're much too bright for melines stuck in my head
i'm tired
and you make me entirely too happy
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Three Days Long .shrt story p3How many had he left in his wake?Three Days Long .shrt story p3
This thought sedately echoed through my head beneath the kiss of the beast.
How many girls had fallen to his lure and been blown at the face of an eaten moon? Thousands? Millions? Every night seemed another would succumb to his will, to be dazzled, deceived and devoured. Then cast aside in a ditch somewhere far away from his side, the opposite of their fanatical desires. Cruel. The assistants doing the dirty work. Minions following him like vacant eyed zombies. A monster's fickle desires and impulses catered to as if he were god himself. How many would fall? How many? Ho
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Fame WhoreLook at you sitting there pretty dolly Speaking in tongues for the paparazziFame Whore
Crimson red pouring from your collagen lips And an insipid look upon your synthetic face
You water dead lilies with warm vodka You tend the apple tree with chemical debris Your filaments are frayed little china doll A vast wealth of waste is your dowry
You stand in spotlight to display your disgrace Naked and crying is a your legacy We are not amused with your kind any longer No more string puppets with paper hearts
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written rebelion
same old shitbeen spending my days in some kind of haze seems like another person's taken my place still feeling like a ruined stuck pixel a broken frame melting in the projector my eyes watching the time waste away like some wrong way runaway tried and convicted and tiredsame old shit
pinching the bridge between my eyes why believe in anything
when every answer brings another question why am i here and for how long it's just another day where the air feels stagnant screaming and holding my head in frustration but it's just all my self-image stuck inside my mind staring into another
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i'm tryingi'm still trying. and maybe too hard to achieve some kind of nuetrality. to accomplish some essence of balance, like wings of birds on the updraft. apparently tho, i don't fly very well. and yet i still try. might as well.i'm trying
i keep retreating tho. back into something i always found sanctuary in from the moment i became aware. a subtle din in the back of my head, feeding me a decent ammount of soul to keep stepping forward. lulling voices that keep me company during these times where i can't understand that reality beyond my own walls. the culture that beats me black and blue, wrestles silent whimpers of distress from me. this too,
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nowhere in peculiarnowhere in particular.nowhere in peculiar
brain is still a little scrambled or maybe a lot mangled i don't care.
i'm just moving around a thousand nightmares
hoping the sun does catch up with me.
duck out of the light house
and come down here where it's so clear.
spend some time against the waves again. dig myself into another hole. drowning in sound again. this is just another way to stay home when away. don't get so alarmed.
don't get so upset with me.
i didn't know that it would come to this,
another deadly car wreck dream on a late night slick city street. this is n
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notes from the edge 1NOTES FROM THE EDGE: puff adders eat rabbits.notes from the edge 1
still working. tired. miss my family. trying to work out some more stiffness in the neck, shoulders up high against my ears. not sure where my head went. not sure if it's come back home either.
am i there yet?
listening again to the sound of rain dripping soully all alone in my head. the clicking sound tongues make against teeth beneath the water. the skipping stone of thought that shatters my quiet. eerily sleepwalking through the nights. eyes wide.
i think i hear something.
shuffling across the ancient floors, looking for my li
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porcelain pointspoints of imperious spidersporcelain points
cigarette stained fangs overflowing with venom pierce this pining heart
breaking inside out and smoldering with petrol flames crawling my way away from here
knuckles, hands, knees, and head
educated with injury and blood the porcelain white floors beneath mirroring back my bauhausian eye perfect peppered points of entry
midnight webbed conversations eons beyond...
...and wake up from the machine and senseless daze heros call again staring at the concrete asphalt filth useless wastes and fall again i stumble toward
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somedaysomeday when the lights have dimmedsomeday
and the rain's set in when time and memory are all that's left someday when the streets are empty crowded with fog and drowned in silence
someday when i grow weary and i can't remember where i've been when all i ever dream about is worth a fin i'll find you again and taste your breath
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The Conductor
damian diabloni want you to look at me --your bleeding heart dripping from tender prey lips-- i want you to show me --your eyes alight with desirous reverence-- i want you to bow to me --my rightful claim to yours that's most precious and pure-- i want you to belong to me --already mine i just tremble at the words from your throat--damian diablon
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The ConductorTHE CONDUCTORThe Conductor
The middle-aged secretary was staring at me from her desk, I could feel it. I took a deep breath and looked at the shining steel toes of my boots, thinking maybe she’d get bored of me and look at her typewriter or the fresh coffee stain on the front of her shirt. But she didn’t stop. I glanced up to cloudy sapphire eyes with red lines in the whites peering at me over pearlescent-rimmed reading glasses on a rainbow-beaded chain. The scrunched expression of dislike on her puffy face was palpable enough the moment I stepped into the offices, but now, she was just being rude.
My head
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