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Zero to infinity in 12 hours—Calculation surmised captain is oncoming tribute to the failsafe kill switch potential of human engineering known is “Les Cannibale” We are
Go
She danced a daintily dance,
Whipping up roses with every fall of her wedding gown
Hums intermingling
With vibrating thorns.
Her backbone held a flaw of architecture,
Too many years of bending and weaving,
Led to the injection of (the wrong) fluid right into her spine
Every paper cut on the bridal haze was fused from
Five finger discount glue,
Lying down on the job was her job,
Lying up to your face, with her eyes gilded in purple gold, and lips sealed golden silver,
That was her motto.
We are on! Forward all machinery jacks, drop them into the furnace, stir up those weak old coals, count how many are accessible and lob them in! Break your guns, if that occurs, break your arms! If that occurs break your jaw, if that occurs
Beating back blackness with pretty rouge hot spots,
She started schisms with coconut knocked promises against your head,
So fast and so simple, you woke up for one sec. Oils flushing out the drowning water,
Than fell into hydrated outrage once again
But she twitched and spasmed like the heroin overture addict she was
For too long, the eyes gathered on her like flies she swatted so easily,
The stink from their maggot filled bodies were drawing different bots,
Ones with pincers and fangs.
Our mission is to breed, and lay, and copulate, and be insanely groping on the mummified remains of these forgotten souls we stalk and swear are really still breathing. Our duty is to drive our thumbs into our eyes so that we can grab onto the nearest fixture blindly and delve into its hot streams just to relax the aching muscles…and perhaps soul for one solitary second. Our mission is finished tonight
A sallow face grips her veins in a cold compress
Staring out from a crowd of hot bleeding stallions and mares
Knowledge decays her desires
And the nightlife is over exposed like a pretty gothic picture
Grabbing up snowy (nose puffed) tiles with catching steps,
Out into darker hills where the sun refuses to glance at you
And snakes slither around your heels as you try to keep on dancing
Futile efforts.
Target has been sighted, seen, strained to been soiled, and found!
Finish this anti-copious existence I have lived, deliver me from evil by letting me commit a sin, cannibalize, realize, sterilize! Eat me alive!
Slammed so…. Till she was slimmed into stone granite…than screams muffled by puss filled skin…can’t feel the jammed gun into your…only the odor of mold and carcass cakes…coughing and screaming crimson colors into her visage…stained in more ways than…falls back…on back….
The red seed eats the white ones in the tainted basket, till all that’s left is it and the egg.
Her cawing fury
To peck at seams holding stitches which were lovingly knitted
Alternating with soothing cow croons assuring that
Everything will be all right, light though edges at her smile
Cutting through her mop covered face,
Vicious light that burns and sizzles love
Frying it up to coat it in hooked crusty batter
Sweetened so poisoned to eat to make yourself as polluted as the world
Around you.
That was all she taught to the blood eyed woom regulator
Who interrupted her good times
So briefly.
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