

The NightmareIt seems so real, the color, the feeling. I stand up and wander into a bedroom where I'm greeted by a vile sense of familiarity. The window is open and the shades are drawn. The television buzzes with its flashes of white and gray as the radio plays a soothing song. On the bed lay a child not much older than myself. He seems peaceful. Grasped tightly in his right hand is an empty pill bottle and on the nightstand beside him lay a pad, scribbled with words and feelings the boy though he could never say out loud. As I close my eyes in mourning of the lost child things change. I'm no longer in a house.The Nightmare
I'm in a church, large and ela
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I've learned that when it comes to art, people often ask for a critique but what they really want is a blowjob.
Looking at you reminds me of looking at the sun, and how the blind are so damned lucky.
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an aroma of coffee and cigarets steals my breath.
failure to wash my rags has left me with stains for today.
the displeasing nutriment made my insides turn circles.
the noon to come will lag forever.
i am to impatient for this life -witt graham
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an aroma of coffee and cigarets steals my breath.
failure to wash my rags has left me with stains for today.
the displeasing nutriment made my insides turn circles.
the noon to come will lag forever.
i am to impatient for this life -witt graham
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