Saturday, August 21, 2010

Cs of Needles

A lighted candle drips small stains into his hands, the room mysteriously reveals the splatters and the special crafted origamis, it cuts deeply, profusely, it folds nicely revealing the putrid entrails of departed animals, once loved, it selects the distance apart and fits carefully into the cellar replacing the cutout made by fireflies, a empty bottle of methandienone participated in the recurring suicides. (mashed candy)

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